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“ah, love, let us be true
to one another! for the world, which seems
to lie before us like a land of dreams,
so various, so beautiful, so new,
hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
and we are here as on a darkling plain
swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
where ignorant armies clash by night.” 

—matthew arnold

“maybe someone will know i didn’t weave crowns to draw blood; that i fought against mockery;
that i did fill the high tide of my soul with truth.
i repaid vileness with doves.”
—neftalí

“life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.”
―hunter stockton thompson

“a person isn’t who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they’re who they’ve been throughout your whole relationship.”
—rené karl wilhelm johann maria rilke

“i think it is unnatural to think that there is such a thing as a blue-sky, white-clouded happy childhood for anybody. childhood is a very, very tricky business of surviving it. because if one thing goes wrong or anything goes wrong, and usually something goes wrong, then you are compromised as a human being. you’re going to trip over that for a good part of your life.”
—maurice bernard sendak (rip)

“the moon looked like melted mozzarella to my bleary and blurry vision. was I tired, intoxicated, or in love? or was I sober, asleep, and alone?
”

—jarod kintz

“love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
—neftalí

“i want love to
roll me over slowly,
stick a knife inside me,
and twist it all around.
i want love to
grab my fingers gently,
slam them in a doorway,
put my face into the ground.
i want love to
murder my own mother and,
take her off to somewhere,
like hell or up above.
i want love to
walk right up and bite me,
grab ahold of me and fight me,
leave me dyin’ on the ground.
and i want love to
split my mouth wide open and,
cover up my ears and,
never let me hear a sound.
i want love to
forget that you offended me,
or how you had defended me
when everybody tore me down.
yeah, and I want love to
change my friends to enemies,
change my friends to enemies,
and show me how it’s all my fault.
yeah, i won’t let love
disrupt,
corrupt or,
interrupt me,
anymore…”
—john anthony gillis