dog: BARK
me (with the same tone and volume): WHAT

mingd4:

go through things. grow through things.

You came to the side of the bed
and sat staring at me.
Then you kissed me—I felt
hot wax on my forehead.
I wanted it to leave a mark:
that’s how I knew I loved you.
Because I wanted to be burned, stamped,
to have something in the end—

Louise Glück, from “Marathon,” in The Triumph of Achilles
…he said loudly “I am not dying” and I said “for me you are.”

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters
Dirty, stained, withered, broken things seem beautiful to me.

 Yohji Yamamoto
You see,” she said, “your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to—it’s the first one who breaks it.

Lang Leav
I burned so long and so quiet, you must have wondered
if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.

Annelyse Gelman, from “The Pillowcase”
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