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I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes—everywhere. Until it’s every breath I breathe. I’m going to go out like a fucking meteor — Audre Lorde (via feniceargento)
If we were doomed to live forever, we would scarcely be aware of the beauty around us. — Peter Matthiessen (via theparisreview)
selective to a fault,
aged heuristics drive his decisions;
the nascent framework all but eroded.
afraid to be generic, hollow messages litter the impressionist model.
“end-of-season” and “final markdown” echo from the dealer’s lot.
thoughtless speech leaves one unfulfilled and devoid of meaning.
lack of substance, of character, take on definitive forms.
a momentary lapse in identity mistaken for destiny.
Marvin GayeHappy Birthday Marvin.
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