Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it.
David Foster Wallace
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4 years ago - 
2
2I exist in two places,
here and where you are.
Selected Poems (1965-1975) (Margaret Atwood)
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It was a soft and gentle kiss, one not meant to lead beyond itself. I would probably not have kissed Midori that day if we hadn’t spent the afternoon on the laundry deck in the sun, drinking beer and watching a fire, and she probably felt the same. After a long time of watching the glittering rooftops and the smoke and the red dragonflies and other things, we had felt something warm and close, and we both probably wanted, half-consciously, to preserve that mood in some form. It was that kind of kiss. But as with all kisses, it was not without a certain element of danger.
Haruki Murakami - Norwegian Wood
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Polite reminder for straight people who say “who cares” when someone comes out: such gestures are addressed to lonely queer kids. not you.
Tweet by Danny Bowes (@moviesbybowes).
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I allow dew drops to fall
from the flowers onto the fields,
which inebriate my soul.
Song of Nezahualcoyotl
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