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@literarykpop
2 years
Aren't we most human when crying; and if we are most human, then aren't we approaching a condition beyond what is human? I think the angels must look something like this, like somebody weeping—only there this expression is seen as one of great beauty...
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@literarykpop
2 years
If someone asked me “What are the signs of love?” I would have said without hesitation, It’s the familiarity and the removal of cost, and the embarrassment removed between you two, and see yourself acting in your nature without trying to be something else so he likes you...
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The most audacious thing I could possibly state in this day and age is that life is worth living.
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@literarykpop
4 months
Grief treats us well when these parts of people that we've gotten to enjoy greet us warmly. That's the real gift, to say I am not just one person, I am multiple versions of a person & some of those versions of myself have been loved immensely by people who were so incredible.
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I believe in the power of creating small joys, instead of waiting for a big one to arrive miraculously in your life. I made a list of these joys so I can refer to it when I’m deeper in the fog, like a menu to order from. 100 joys.
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To sit alone or with a few friends, half-drunk under a full moon, you just understand how lucky you are. It’s a story you almost by definition, just can’t share. I’ve learned in real time to look at those things and realize: I just had a really good moment. Anthony Bourdain
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1 year
시간이 흘러도 변하지 않는 내 청춘 세븐틴
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@literarykpop
2 years
Types Of People You Need To Hang On To Molly Burford
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@literarykpop
3 years
There’s a legend about a Chinese painter who was asked by the emperor to paint a landscape so pristine that the emperor can enter it. He didn’t do a good job, so the emperor was preparing to assassinate him. But because it was his painting, legend goes, he stepped inside and...
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@literarykpop
2 years
it’s like this; say there’s a whole room of people and you’re somewhere in the middle of them all. i walk in and i see you, but you don’t suddenly become the only person in the room. god no. you become the room. you are the room. Salma Deera
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We don’t have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I could say that’s what I want in life… it’s not quite love and it’s not quite community; it’s just this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together.
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There is no end to grief, because there is no end to love. Madelaine Lucas
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@literarykpop
2 years
You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you. You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops. I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right.
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@literarykpop
5 months
You go on by doing the best you can. You go on by being generous. You go on by being true. You go on by offering comfort to others who can't go on. You go on by allowing the unbearable days to pass and allowing the pleasure in other days.
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@literarykpop
8 months
Our little lives, so brief. But oh, the bloom. Barbara Crooker
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@literarykpop
2 years
I don’t dream of someone who understands me immediately, who seems to have known me my entire life, who says, I know me too. I want someone keen to learn my own strange organization, amazed at what’s revealed; someone who asks, and then what, and then what? Elizabeth McCracken
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@literarykpop
10 months
we peer into the future and see you happy and hope it is a sign that we will be happy too, something to cling to, happiness the least and best of human attainments Frank O’Hara
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@literarykpop
10 months
To love you is to be in love with everything. Dermot Bolger
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Just now, I felt like I wanted to be alone for a long time, in a folding chair on the lawn with all my private agonies, but then I saw you Ada Limón
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@literarykpop
2 years
This is the best kind of love, I thought, without recompense, without gifts, or unkind words, without suspicion, or silence on the telephone. Billy Collins
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@literarykpop
3 years
How simple life is. We buy a fish. We are fed. We sit close to each other, we talk and then we go to bed. Garrison Keillor
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@literarykpop
3 years
You’ve brought such profound depth to the language of love in food. It was not lost on me, the love letter to your mother in your relationship with food. You exquisitely express how profound that connection is, as an expression of love that’s harder to express in other ways.
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I did think, let's go about this slowly. This is important. This should take some really deep thought. We should take small thoughtful steps. But, bless us, we didn't. Mary Oliver
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@literarykpop
8 months
Will I cherish you, adore you, make way for you, make myself better for you, look at you and always see you, tell you the truth? And if love is not those things then what things? Jeanette Winterson
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@literarykpop
3 years
The next time you have a snack like a tangerine— Peeling the tangerine and smelling it, and tasting it, you can be very happy. You can taste the sweetness of the sun. Thich Nhat Hanh
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@literarykpop
2 years
The clearest thing I remember came at the end of a long self-critical talk about his failures of the heart, the choosing of people who wouldn’t love back. “At least I picked the right friend,” he said, waving an arm that took me in and the room and all our laughter. Paul Monette
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@literarykpop
2 years
And if you missed a day, there was always the next, and if you missed a year, it didn’t matter, the hills weren’t going anywhere, the thyme and rosemary kept coming back, the sun kept rising, the bushes kept bearing fruit— Louise Glück
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In the dream where I am an island, I grow green with hope. I’d like to end there. Jericho Brown
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@literarykpop
2 years
The truest loves of our lives are not always romantic. The winter makes us honest. It helps us remember. Sanna Wanni * Q: your most memorable place with Dino? Hoshi: snowy winter, in front of a restaurant * "hoshi hyung just stayed there by my side without saying anything."
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@literarykpop
2 years
Grief [is] a wound that opens you but also shows you the miracles of what is inside you. Rather than try to escape my griefs, I’m trying to recognize them as a wildness I can submerge myself in, to be washed clean by the very thing that aches me so deeply. Natalie Diaz
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@literarykpop
3 years
Someday, you will be in love again. The sun, a wound on your windowsill. Light falls on your dreams. It sounds like someone knocking. Sanna Wani
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Even now it is hard to admit how love knocked me over. I had lived a life protected from all surprise, now suddenly I was a wheel running downhill. I was outside my own language and customs. Anne Carson
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@literarykpop
4 months
In the midst of my doubts, sufferings, anxieties, revolts and anger, only one thing remains firm: my love for you and the unshakeable feeling that nothing can separate me from you. Remember our old storms. Even the shadow is sweet to me if I know you in the sun. Maria Casarès
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@literarykpop
10 months
I’m beginning to recognise that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon ahead but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row. Beau Taplin
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@literarykpop
7 months
I’m not telling you to make the world better I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. Joan Didion
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@literarykpop
3 months
I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen. Lemony Snicket
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@literarykpop
3 years
They say a poet can never write a purely happy poem about a dog greeting the sun and what it has done to rain. I don’t know about that. Analicia Sotelo
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@literarykpop
6 months
What I am giving you is nothing that belongs to me. It is just yourself, you running through me throwing off sparks, your eyes blazing with fear, with hope. All I do is breathe very gently on your night embers and handfuls of stars fly out. Hélène Cixous
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The longer I live, the more I learn that love is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Steadfast work. Life-saving work when life and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. James Baldwin
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@literarykpop
3 years
vanished, saving himself. I always loved that little allegory as an artist. Even when it is not enough for others, if it is enough for you, you can live inside it. Ocean Vuong, from an interview with Zoë Hitzig in Prac Crit
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@literarykpop
3 years
But my first experience of romance, the first love that propelled me into a world beyond the familiar, was this friendship. The kind of wild closeness I had with my best friend still seems to be like the thing toward which romance strives and of which it often falls short.
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@literarykpop
2 years
May you always know pain as temporary and laughter better. May the universe bless you with the perseverance to try harder. May you build a kinder history than the ruins that you were given.
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I want to infect you with the tremendous excitement of living, because I believe that you have the strength to bear it. Tennessee Williams
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Friendship is the prose of love. Adam Zagajewski
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@literarykpop
11 months
The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful. Milan Kundera
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@literarykpop
2 years
[Love] must be something like that: something ineffable that comes from outside and fills us; something that changes the way we see what we see; something that allows us to see what we don’t. Andre Dubus
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@literarykpop
3 years
“I know my life’s meaningful because” --and here he stopped, and looked shy, and was silent for a moment before he continued-- “because I’m a good friend. I love my friends, and I care about them, and I think I make them happy. Hanya Yanagihara
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@literarykpop
8 months
With you in my heart I can bear everything. Franz Kafka
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8 months
😇 a 19th birthday that made me feel good to know that I have the members…
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@literarykpop
3 years
I'll take care of you. It's rotten work. Not to me. Not if it's you.
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@literarykpop
2 years
the final sour cherry we kept politely pushing onto each other’s plate, saying, No, you. But it’s so good. No, it’s yours. How I finally put an end to it, plucked it and stuck it in my mouth. [...] How good it felt: to want something and pretend you don’t, and to get it anyway.
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One day I will bare my soul completely and we will never run out of things to say because the soul is infinite. Clarice Lispector
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by Raymond Carver
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@literarykpop
7 months
how he wanted to move people through music, have them feel what he felt when he loved something fiercely, that deep and silent feeling of having no room left in your body for anything else but this, this, this. Devin Kelly
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@literarykpop
11 months
how much more joy can we hold in another year, another decade, a whole recklessly beautiful life? Keaton St. James
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@literarykpop
3 years
Do you know what I want of life? That I can be with you, you, all of you, and if life repeated a thousand times, still you, you, and again, you. Forugh Farrokhzad, On Loving (translated by Sholeh Wolpé)
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This probably won’t happen. But maybe it will. If the world were only pain and logic, who would want it? Mary Oliver
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@literarykpop
2 years
It's everyone's first time living this life, how can you be good right from the start? Hoshi
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@literarykpop
3 years
You know, love doesn’t mean ‘I never want you to change’. But I don’t think it means ‘I don’t care if you change’ either. So I suppose it might mean, ‘I believe that you’ll always be the person I adore’. A declaration of faith. Nio Nakatani, やがて君になる (Bloom into You)
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3 years
[17'S 호시] 시간이 흘러~
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@literarykpop
10 months
And you wait. You wait for the one thing that will change your life, make it more than it is— And suddenly you know: that was enough.
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@literarykpop
2 years
I love to dance with you. I have always thought your long slim limbs were meant for dancing, but not for being guided by some stupid man who was probably scared of your height. I should be just the right height for you shouldn’t I my sweet. Hilda Matheson
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@literarykpop
2 years
and a sign of unsurpassable happiness. Franz Wright
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2 years
This is perhaps why people get together in the first place. The sharing of the responsibility of anchoring oneself in the world. They take each other’s hands, hold as tight as they can, & when they let go, they can because they know that the other person will not. Brandon Taylor
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@literarykpop
2 years
In Chinese, Love is '爱' (ai). It has no tense. No past and future. Love in Chinese means a being, a situation, a circumstance. Love is existence, holding past and future. If our love existed in Chinese tense, then it will last for ever. It will be infinite. Xiaolu Guo
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@literarykpop
3 years
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite. Joy Harjo * The kettle alone knows the good he does, Here in the kitchen, loving the world, Steadfastly loving See how easy it is, he whistles Penelope Shuttle
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@literarykpop
3 years
One day I shall return to your side Please take care of your health and await my return I will accompany you to spend all of your tomorrows Mom’s Missed Call by Jun, The 8 * The most beautiful part of your body is wherever your mother’s shadow falls. Ocean Vuong
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3 years
getting even more emotional over junhao’s reunion with their families especially after their “Mom’s missed call” song release 🥺
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@literarykpop
3 years
Attention, taken to its highest degree, is the same thing as prayer. It presupposes faith and love. Simone Weil
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@literarykpop
3 years
The ultimate touchstone of friendship is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them...
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@literarykpop
6 months
I wish you a kinder sea. Emily Dickinson
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@literarykpop
2 years
I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss. Caitlin Siehl
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@literarykpop
2 years
This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no one else can fit it. Why would I want them to? Jeanette Winterson
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@literarykpop
3 years
I didn't know then -- that this was love. That this was community. That this was about a greater good. If the road is long, it doesn't matter what you weigh -- I will carry you. Jacqueline Woodson
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& when you put your hand on my thigh it was like i knew for the first time why god gave us thighs. why god gave us hands. José Olivarez
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@literarykpop
2 years
The heart almost buckles, seeing how everything should go on, and that this mundane everything, made up of such small and ordinary parts, is exactly what one strives to keep. Aracelis Girmay
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@literarykpop
9 months
One day the sickness shall pass from the earth for good. The orchard will bloom; someone will play the guitar. Our work will be seen as strong and clean and good. And all that we suffered through having existed Shall be forgotten as though it had never existed. Donald Justice
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@literarykpop
2 years
My longing was ruby-colored. I wore it around my neck, and everything was drunkenness and dance, every day a kind of drowning— Zeina Hashem Beck / Rothko / Anne Carson
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Every evening, an hour before the sun goes down, I walk toward its light, wanting to be altered. Always in quiet, the air still.
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What’s heavy. What’s heavy? Becomes light. Noor Hindi
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@literarykpop
2 years
I know that the real things in life, things I remember, the things I turn over in my hands, are not houses, bank accounts, prizes or promotions. What I remember is love — all love — love of this dirt road, this sunrise, a day by the river... Jeanette Winterson
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@literarykpop
2 years
That music has been playing Since you were born. You must be mad to resist it. Always the beloved Surrounds us. Eager to dance. All we have to do is ask. Gregory Orr
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What did I know  thinking myself  able to go  alone all the way. Robert Creeley
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@literarykpop
2 years
calling you in from the kitchen where you are undoubtedly making dinner too spicy, but when you hold the spoon to my lips and ask if it's ready I'll say it is, always, but never, there is never enough. Tracy Brimhall
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@literarykpop
3 years
Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone had said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. It was worth it. Love is worth it. Jeanette Winterson
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@literarykpop
2 years
I am offering this poem to you, since I have nothing else to give. Keep it like a warm coat when winter comes to cover you, or like a pair of thick socks the cold cannot bite through, I love you,
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@literarykpop
2 years
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2 years
Now I do not even look at the sky. If I see a cloud, who can I show it to? Nadezhda Mandelstam
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@literarykpop
3 years
How incomprehensible everything was, and actually sad, although it was also beautiful. And sometimes it seemed that something never seen yet long desired was about to happen, that a veil would drop... Herman Hesse * MINGYU: I even feel a little sad that our dream came true.
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3 years
To be alive: not just the carcass But the spark. That’s crudely put, but... If we’re not supposed to dance, Why all this music? Gregory Orr
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@literarykpop
2 years
Some moments in a life, and they needn’t be very long or seem very important, can make up for so much in that life; can redeem, justify, that pain, that bewilderment, with which one lives; some moments teach one the price of the human connection. James Baldwin
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@literarykpop
3 years
Jun asked "what is friendship?" so I explained with gestures, "it's the feeling that we feel right now." (tr. tinkswonu) * Wasn't friendship its own miracle, the finding of another person who made the entire lonely world seem somehow less lonely? Hanya Yanagihara
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@literarykpop
2 years
What a gift, this being alive, this chance to encounter the world. What a gift, this being a witness to spring— spring in everything.
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2 years
Perhaps I never cared enough about these earthly things, about desire. The sliding of the seasons, coming and going, youth and age. Sailing away sounds good to me. Linda Gregg
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2 years
I love you, because when I was very young, very foolish, and very much alone, you paid attention to me and, without seeming to, you opened for me the door to everything I love in the world. Albert Camus
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@literarykpop
2 years
As a gift he once welded me the single most beautiful object I own. The box, he explained to me, is the love. It is the container that can hold all the brokenness, and make it beautiful. Especially when you hold it up to the light. Maggie Nelson
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mi원우지
2 years
Woozi: Circles, this song is what i really want to say to the members most deeply(from heart), what i really wanted to say to Wonwoo, really wanted to say to myself, want to say to everyone & to carats. when everyone was saying "don't cry" kyeom said "cry to ur hearts content"😭
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Your loneliness is precious to you, I know. Does it disturb you to know you are dear to me? Do not let it. It is such a quiet feeling. Katherine Mansfield
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@literarykpop
5 months
She looked at him with so much love that I had to turn away. At least I know what love looks like, I told myself. That's something. No one had ever looked at me like that, but I'd be able to recognize it if they ever did. Gail Honeyman
@secretsofhannie
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this jeongcheol photoset >>>>
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@literarykpop
2 years
We are alive. And now the work is to be gentler with ourselves and with the world. I want such a sweet life for you. I want the fierceness of attention, of the light coming over the hill. Of love — Molly McCully Brown
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@literarykpop
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Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women. Sometimes, the men, they come with keys, and sometimes the men, they come with hammers. Warsan Shire S.COUPS: Won’t let them break your heart.
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I don't know if love's a feeling. Sometimes I think it's a matter of seeing. Seeing you. Marguerite Duras
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@literarykpop
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You tell me to live each day as if it were my last. But why the last? I ask. Why not live each day as if it were the first— Linda Pastan
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@literarykpop
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I stop somewhere waiting for you. Walt Whitman
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@literarykpop
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I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way Vita Sackville-West
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