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-Oscar wilde. //The Importance of Being Earnest//
12 January. I am traumatized by life.
They were wrong, love is never enough to keep someone with you.
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last: New Poems
Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness
-Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell
Here is my hand, he said Here is my hand that will not harm you.
— Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke
So all of it will heal one day or I will just get used to it?
And their are the cold nights where I miss you a little more, my inside crumbles and the heart cries.
-Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “The Friend”
-Ocean Vuong, from “Eurydice”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
But who I was before I met you?
IT'S SEPTEMBER already, how can i hold my own heart.
-Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956
-Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay
“And then the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep, and autumn awakened."
-Raquel Franco
-Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits
Charles Bukowski, "legs, hips and behind," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire
-Christina Rossetti, from "Echo", The Complete Poems