spinning, my arms
wrapped loosely around
we fall dizzy with love.
crooned by voices alive
so long ago;
the past has brought
us to this night
where my eyes spill
the secrets that lips
could never sound out:
(don’t ever let me go,
these lungs breathe you in
like oxygen, they would
collapse without you),
i need you.
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"I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway."
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"Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else."
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the problem with reading a good book is that you want to finish the book but you don’t want to finish the book
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"One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way. As someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in this world."
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"I’m sad, but at the same time I’m really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It’s like, it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt something really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I’m feeling is like a, beautiful sadness. I guess that sounds stupid."
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"If you take a book with you on a journey,…an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it…yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else."
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A soldier comes home from war, 1940s
"It’s not a good story."
“Oh, c’mon. What happened?”
“I fell on a sidewalk.”
“Were you pushed? Were there people around?”
“…nope, just fell.”