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I waited for you, spring passed but not a sight of you.

This need, nobody knows it, this longing doesn't go away

In madness and in magnetic beauty, in glory and in melancholy.

''I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion''.

- The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

“Was it possible I had something to give? Out of the nothingness that was my life? Really, what the fuck did I have to give? Woman with too many holes in her. And yet there was something. Words.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir

Patty Dickson Pieczka, from “Autumn”, Beyond the Moon’s White Claw 

" oh yes, i'm a writer " *doesnt write anything for 6 months*

[ID: text seen as; ‘(JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE)’

a poem by Frank O’Hara]