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When you think of/her, she is holding a knife. She is in the kitchen— and the kitchen is the heart of the house, and yours was always bleeding. Your house was an open mouth. When you think of/her, she is sitting at her table. She will not sit at yours. -Joan Tierney
bweeeebweeebweeebweee ilvoeyu :)
I love you!
I’m really glad…that you like me back even though I’m err- uh…that I sometimes try to kill you…yeah
Uhm. You’re uh really important to me. Really really really really. HA- I uh uhhhhhhh
I’m…gonna go crawl under the bed now. It’s made up for you.
I’ll see you when you get back from meeting with your agent 🫡
My mother believed I was born a hoarder./How I ate our receipts, flowers/ from bouquets, hundreds of snowglobes from weekend trips I'd already forgotten./ If I encased the cities in glass, I thought, memory/might be more than an airport souvenir./How every song that kills me I play into nothingness,/ using up my grief like an eraser/ at the end of a pencil./ One day the snow globes dried./ I didn't know it was possible./ In the back of my closet and in my throat:/ maps and maps and maps and photo albums,/ roses that smell of decay, and cities without snow./ I mourn what I can no longer feel/ and I hoard because I am hungry to feel again./ Because I lie awake frightened/ I might forget the taste. — unknown
You are standing in the minefield again./Someone who is dead now/told you it is where you will learn/to dance.Snow on your lips like a salted/cut, you leap between your deaths,/your arm cleaving little wounds/in the wind. You are something made. Then made/to survive, which means you are somebody’s/son. Which means if you open your eyes, you’ll be back/in that house, beneath a blanket printed with yellow sailboats. - Tell Me Something Good, Ocean Vuong
oh, but i am fond of jun, despite everything. i hope he's okay. i'm glad we're friends. (i wonder, are you happy where you are? have you been tamed?)
Chie!! My brother from another mother >:)
Our brothers knew us so we got to know eachother when they worked together! He’s cool, heyyy wanna go to Hex’s Diner and get some burgers?
Junnnnn!!! Mosey Mr Moist name haha! (It’s our nickname it’s okay)
He’s been in my life since I was in high school- suuuper nice, sometimes I feel he’s really a better brother than Kaleo.
Is that wrong? No… I mean it’s true but-
It’s nothing - I love you a lot Jun.
"I... Thank you. For always being so kind to me. I don't really feel I deserve it but... Thank you. I'm glad to know you."
지옥에서 썩었으면 좋겠어, 이 늙은이. 당신이 나와 다른 모든 사람에게 행한 모든 끔찍한 일에 대해.
[I hope you rot in hell, you old man. For all the horrible things you have done to me and everyone else.]
"I miss you... I don't know what I'm doing without you here. I wish I could go with you."
“They shall not lament for him, saying, Ah my brother! or, Ah sister! they shall not lament for him, saying, Ah lord! or, Ah his glory!
He will be buried a donkey’s burial,”
I’ll be seeing you soon.