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    1. April Chye

      this cafe one street away from campus named artopolis which I've spent my weekends at tirelessly. they make amazing crepes, fantastic brunch, the greek yoghurt is creamy but melded with a generous proportion of homemade strawberry preserve. their wifi password is their phone number, and the best part of all they do amazing pastries like those in france except they use whipped vanilla cream instead of custard to do so

    2. April Chye

      hi april! ollllddd friend here haha you would probably be surprised to know who this is. okay anyway gah that anon asking about fin aid sounds rude-ish. here's a nicer question - whats your favourite poem and why? :)

      i'm so bad at keeping in touch with old friends, if i haven't seen you in a while please drop me a note and catch up!! :D

      right now, my fav poem doesn't exist. i hope i don't sound picky but, there isn't one particular one i'd single out and feel like it'd exemplify everything i'm about or that is absolutely magical.
      but the poems i deeply love are ones that tug at something within my chest. and they either resonate feelings because they are that stirring, or they give me a sharp twinge from something that has happened to me in the past.

      i'd say You Don't Know What Love Is by kim addonizio is one i adore very much, because it holds far more sentiment than any other poem. and various people in my life will take that in varying amounts of severity.

      You Don't Know What Love Is by kim addonizio

      You don’t know what love is
      but you know how to raise it in me
      like a dead girl winched up from a river. How to
      wash off the sludge, the stench of our past.
      How to start clean. This love even sits up
      and blinks; amazed, she takes a few shaky steps.
      Any day now she’ll try to eat solid food. She’ll want
      to get into a fast car, one low to the ground, and drive
      to some cinderblock shithole in the desert
      where she can drink and get sick and then
      dance in nothing but her underwear. You know
      where she’s headed, you know she’ll wake up
      with an ache she can’t locate and no money
      and a terrible thirst. So to hell
      with your warm hands sliding inside my shirt
      and your tongue down my throat
      like an oxygen tube. Cover me
      in black plastic. Let the mourners through.

      a couple of other ones that i've fallen in love with and have posted on tdogd are:

      http://thesedropsofgoldendreams.tumblr.com/post/4275324494/daughter-nicole-blackman-one-day-ill-give-birth

      http://thesedropsofgoldendreams.tumblr.com/post/2067563179/when-a-woman-loves-a-man-by-david-lehman-when-she

      http://thesedropsofgoldendreams.tumblr.com/post/5097096666/love-forgive-me-sierra-demulder-my-sister-told

      http://thesedropsofgoldendreams.tumblr.com/post/1311869876/frida-kahlo-to-marty-mcconnel-leaving-is-not

      http://thesedropsofgoldendreams.tumblr.com/post/2608111863/the-forgotten-dialect-of-the-heart-jack-gilbert

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