when mitski said “ur growing tried of me, u love me so hard and i still can’t sleep. ur growing tired of me and all the things i don’t talk about. sorry i don’t want ur touch. it’s not that i don’t want u. sorry i can’t take ur touch. it’s just that i fell in love with a war nobody told me it ended.”
“““You’re not a monster,” I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.””
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— Ocean Vuong, from “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous”
