I Would Rather Be Whole Than Good

Unknown // Suzanne Scanlon

I love him in the way you love a lighthouse

From a distance

Not expecting warmth

But grateful for the shape of his light

I wrote him into my days

The echo of a soul lesson coming back around

I will meet him in the Center of a life

I already started to build without him

The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien

“The bowl of wild roses. The English knives and forks. Greek cigarettes. The battered and sea-stained notebook in which I rough out my poems.”

— Lawrence Durrel, from Prospero’s Cell: and Reflections on a Marine Venus (1945)

— Rebecca Tamás, from “Witch.”

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Joyce Carol Oates, "The Mercy"

yes...

to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt