2021-03-02 2:00:49 ¶ ●

from Birds Hover the Trampled Field and Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

[text ID: The enormity of my desire disgusts me. / Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. Now one will ever want to sleep with you. /end ID]

2021-03-12 2:01:08 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

thotfuss:

[text ID: i clawed my way into the light, but the light is just as scary / i’d rather quit / i’d rather be sad / it’s too much work. /end ID]

2021-03-14 2:00:50 ¶ ● ⬈

[text ID: He’s easy to desire since there’s not much to him. /end ID]

2021-03-17 1:00:41 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

wingful:

> a siken quote that made me maybe cry

[text ID: What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead. /end ID]

2021-03-18 1:00:53 ¶ ●

[text ID: Difficult, to be confronted with the fact of yourself. Opaque in the sense of finally solid, in the sense of see me, not through me. /end ID]

2021-03-20 1:00:26 ¶ ●

[text ID: Even when I look away I am still looking. He is inside his body and I am inside my body and it matters less and less. /end ID]

2021-03-25 1:01:06 ¶ ● ⬈

januaryhoney:

> Richard Siken / The Language of the Birds

[text ID: the fear: that nothing survives. the greater fear: that something does. /end ID]

2021-03-29 2:00:50 ¶ ●

[text ID: I made a shape of the shape he made, subtracted what he shared with anyone else. There wasn’t much left but it felt like him, wild and scared. It was too much to bear. /end ID]