It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you. John Updike, My Father’s Tears and Other Stories
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i am
afraid
that if i
open
myself i will not
stop pouring. (why do i fear
becoming a river. what mountain
gave me such shame.) Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion” (via kvtes)

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