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-"Gardening with the Son I Will Never Have", Ocean Vuong, Burnings
In all the colours I expected love to be, it was not what I got . I thought love will be the dawn colours. The warmness of orange that at the end of the day being with your lover will ease the scars , the calmness of blue that doesn't matter how complicated the situation is we will get over it , the assurance of lavender that it will all heal, the sweetness of pink that no matter what love will make everything right and even the yellow that doesn't matter what at the end love will win, but for me love was the colour of silver. Too shinny and perfect from afar but from close it was the colour no one will choose. The colour of coldness, the colour which will left you numb. The colour which will leave you in the state of being non-committal.
“She turned to me and said, “hold me”. So I dropped the world I had been holding and picked her up with both hands.”
-Zachary K Douglas
Fck feelings, I love being dead
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
-Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib