Showing posts with label Milkweed Editions. Show all posts
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"I didn't know then that it wasn't even love that I was interested in but my own suffering. I thought suffering kept things interesting. How funny that I called it love and the whole time it was pain."

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The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón



"Sometimes, when I haven't slept well or the news of the world, already bad, suddenly becomes much worse, the weight of belonging here is a heaviness I can't shake. But then I think of the glister of a particular morning in springtime. I think of standing in the sunshine and watering the butterfly garden...and I say to myself, Be an egg. Be a mockingbird. Be a weed."
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Late Migrations: A Natural History of Love and Loss by Margaret Renkl

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