hi i'm liya.
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“ — Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
“[I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.]
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— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
[I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.]
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Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Richard Siken, from “Wishbone”, Crush
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—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
[That’s what the world is, after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.]
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“Midsummer”, d.x.yll/From Franz Kafka diaries 1910-1923
- Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Silence,”
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my new belief is that love should make you feel both held and free
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