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> The wife had died of sadness, by her own hand.

“War of the Foxes” by Richard Siken (via stvivi)

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reelaroundthefountain:

> This is the swing I painted and will later hang. The quote is from “Little Beast” by Richard Siken.

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> A table underneath a tablecloth is, I guess, like the rest of us, only pretending to be invisible.

Anyway by Richard Siken (via stvivi)

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whatofmywrathold:

> “Boot Theory”, Richard Siken

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> This time everyone has the best intentions. You have cancer. Let’s say you have cancer. Let’s say you’ve swallowed a bad thing and now it’s got its hands inside you. This is the essence of love and failure.

“You Are Jeff,” Richard Siken (via greedyandpoor)

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poetryforbreakfast:

> Richard Siken - Scheherazade

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amatterofcourse:

> (by fleurology)

2012-01-19 2:34:05 ¶ ● ⬈

> You feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired.

“You are Jeff” by Richard Siken, from Crush (via stvivi)

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## I think you're amazing for doing this, thank you.

Thanks so much.

I just love Richard Siken, a lot.

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loveonalonelyroad:

> “I can tell already you think I’﻿m the dragon,

> that would be so like me, but I’﻿m not. I’﻿m not the dragon.I’﻿m not the princess either. Who am I? I’﻿m just a writer. I write things down.”

2012-01-24 9:29:57 ¶ ●

## oh wow. i am so, so incredibly happy this exists. thank you

Thank you. I saw that it didn’t exist so I tried to fill a gap in the Tumblr world.

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haylan-deactivated20140930:

> “Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can’t go through with it. I just don’t want to die anymore.”

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cherryblue:

> Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out by Richard Siken

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