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obsessed with stories where you can never go home

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when trains pull alongside each other and you briefly get a glimpse of another world

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I Will Tell this Story to the Sun Until You Remember that You are the Sun, Erin Slaughter

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i love you mirror versions i love you possession i love you cloning i love you simulacrums i love you shadow selves i love you digital copies of a mind i love you alternate timeline versions i love you tropes that play with identity and what it means to be a certain person

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Helen Oyeyemi, from “White Is for Witching”  

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― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

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in dreams… i am a collector of small things. superstitions, shy creatures, offerings as precious as memory…

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Cecil Castellucci, First Day on Earth

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“My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

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Ilya Kaminsky, from Deaf Republic: Poems; “Alfonso, in snow”

[Text ID: "You are alive, I whisper to myself, therefore something in you listens."]

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How lovely it is / you say / to have a bed to forget yourself in / in a city that doesn’t love you 

— Gavin Yuan Gao, from “Glass City Aubade,” At the Altar of Touch

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Sam Alden

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Coming Home

When we are driving in the dark, on the long road to Provincetown, when we are weary, when the buildings and the scrub pines lose their familiar look, I imagine us rising from the speeding car. I imagine us seeing everything from another place-- the top of one of the pale dunes, or the deep and nameless fields of the sea. And what we see is a world that cannot cherish us, but which we cherish. And what we see is our life moving like that along the dark edges of everything, headlights sweeping the blackness, believing in a thousand fragile and unprovable things. Looking out for sorrow, slowing down for happiness, making all the right turns right down to the thumping barriers to the sea, the swirling waves, the narrow streets, the houses, the past, the future, the doorway that belongs to you and me.

-- mary oliver

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“The boy began the long walk toward the unknown.”

— Andrea Hannah, from Where Darkness Blooms

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“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2005) 

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so i started watching the fran lebowitz show and .. yeah. everyone say thank u fran <3