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okay, so now that Richard siken has come out as a destiheller and has admitted to writing destiel fanfiction, can be please drop his ao3 account?
i literally can’t stop thinking abt that richard siken quote where he falls to the floor crying but all he can focus on is the details of the wall in front of him
“Thoughts that found a maze of mermaid hair / Tangling in the tide’s green fall / Now fold their wings like bats and disappear / Into the attic of the skull.”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Two Lovers & a Beachcomber by the Real Sea,”
Ted Hughes, Collected Poems: Uncollected (1960-67); from ‘Bad News Good!’
Paul Valéry, tr. by Vernon Watkins, from The Collected Works; “The Friendly Wood,”
Voice Lessons: On Becoming a (Woman) Writer, Nancy Mairs
[ID: I was too swallowed up in my life to see it whole,]
My whole being calls for an act of violence, but I still use velvet gloves.
- Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
— Mary Oliver, from “Flare,” in Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver
I cut off my head and threw it in the sky. It turned into birds.
siken quotes i like to keep in my pocket
‘so maybe i wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation’
‘take a body, maybe / your own, dump it gently. all your dead / unfinished selves and dump them gently’
‘i think i’d rather keep the bullet this time. it’s mine, you can’t have it, see, im not giving it up’
‘when you bang your head on the wall you have to remember / you’re on both sides of it already but go ahead, / yell at yourself’
‘a man takes his sadness down the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river’
‘tonight you’re thinking of cities under crowns / of snow and im staring at you like ‘im looking through the window, counting birds’
‘i had to make up all the words myself. the way / they taste, the way they sound in the air’
‘please keep him safe. / let him lay his head on my chest and we will be / like sailors, swimming in the sound of / it, dashed / to pieces’
‘i’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me’
‘i ran and i knew you wouldn’t catch me. / you are a fever i am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel’
‘i clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. id rather quit. id rather be sad. it’s too much work.’
‘someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. im sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart’
‘and the tug of a simple / profound sadness when it sounds so far away’
‘here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed’
feel free to reblog with more!
if you can’t handle richard siken at his “i also want to get bruce wayne pregnant” you don’t deserve him at his “everyone longs for a father figure. even those with fathers. even fathers. that’s why we invented god.”
Emily L., Marguerite Duras // Bertrand Russell, What Desires are Politically Important? // Octavio Paz, "The House of Glances" // Mitski—Francis Forever // Chen Chen, When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities // VIVINOS and QMENG, Alien Stage (Round 6) // Bryan Fuller, Hannibal (2013) // Richard Siken, "Little Monster" // Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays // Mitski—I Bet on Losing Dogs
web weaving is possibly my most favourite thing in the world can this please exist forever i love connections and compilations
right person, wrong time (variations on heartbreak)
@leemartenspoetry on tumblr
vita sackville-west & fegan’s 1924 café in dublin
everything everywhere all at once (2022)
@heavensghost on tumblr
i had to get out by indigo de souza
‘calling a wolf a wolf' by kaveh akbar
river by joni mitchell
‘english song’ in a little larger than the entire universe: selected poems by fernando pessoa
slumber by ron hicks
fish in exile by vi khi nao
penitent magdalene by antonio ciseri
@ojibwa on tumblr
this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams & the awakening by angelo morbelli
as good as it gets by fizz
lonely this christmas by mud & picture of the christmas tree at trinity college dublin, taken by me in december of 2022
this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams & picture by andrew collins via globalnews.ca
@inanotherunivrs on tumblr & a polaroid of me taken by my ex-boyfriend
‘in a dream you saw a way to survive’ by clementine von radics & a picture of my ex-boyfriend's window, taken by me
bluets by maggie nelson & the poolbeg generating station, dublin
‘unrequited’ by sasha m george & inheritance by matthew w. cornell
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@ faraway on instagram & lavender sprigs farm cut by linda jacobus
the museum of heartbreak by meg leder
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‘seaside improvisation’ by richard siken
@ dracarysgang on twitter
@-love-letters-i-never-sent
@fromdarzaitoleeza on tumblr
explosions by ellie goulding
‘i had a dream about you’ by richard siken
the beatrice letters by lemony snicket
la la land (2016)
‘catalog of unabashed gratitude’ by ross gay
@stuckinapril on tumblr
@deathlywounded on tumblr
some are always hungry by jihyun yun
‘speaking practice’ by franny choi
a self-portrait in letters by anna sexton & a picture of my ex-boyfriend in a lake in Orfű, Hungary
@sunsbleeding on tumblr
‘there is no absolution for the fallen, only the dying’ by p.d
That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?
It is august
It is summer; it is
Sticky-hot, the air so warm
It is like velvet over my skin
It is august,
It is summer,
and your lips
Are on mine, yes,
And on my neck, yes,
And I am saying your
Name like it is holy
yes
And i am
d
r
o
w
n
i
n
g
in you,
yes
And I’ll admit that
you’re the only god
i’ll ever believe in, yes,
And my heart is trying to
Escape its (rib)cage (yes)
You are e a t i n g m e a l i v e
And i am a rabbit on the altar
A living sacrifice
your hands
around my throat
Burning your touch is burning me i
am on fire fire fire
You are the sun in my hands
And i am icarus
Falling
down
down
down
i'm in your bed,
my hands in your hair,
and i told you i could drown
in you so it's suicide,
so it's sunrise,
so it's summer it's august i was
faithless until i met you
(and i think i love you.)
I reject your narrative. I will not leave, I will not weep, I will not lose my heart in exchange for my life. I have my knife, my teeth, and all my unwise heart. Show me another version of the story.