The Lonely Are Dying

a little place for lonely thoughts

[lunamonchtuna]

— Richard Siken, from Littany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

[macaulaytwins]

Wishbone, Richard Siken // Corpus Christi, Terrence McNally // A Primer for the Small Weird Loves, Richard Siken

[an-infp-journal]

Bojack Horseman

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“What we love is very terrible, and talking doesn’t ease it, and nothing does but just itself.”

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles written c. June 1862

[thebloodinmyveinsiscold]

“I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic.It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue.”

— i am tired of this sadness.  (via written-on-polaroids)

[gettingintoknives]

Litany in which certain things are crossed out, by Richard Siken

[r-siken-deactivated20210531]

straw house, straw dog, richard siken

[amphitritie]

scheherazade, richard siken

[r-siken-deactivated20210531]

landscape with fruit rot and millipede, richard siken

[adrasteiax]

“(…) you play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.”

— Richard Siken, from Planet Of Love in “Crush”

[inkedpoet]

by richard siken

[soracities]

“I sleep.  I dream.  I make up things      that I would never say.  I say them very quietly.”

― Richard Siken, ‘Meanwhile’

[halflunar]

“Even when I look away I am still looking.”

— Richard Siken, from Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light

[luthienne]

“This is the place, you say to yourself, where everything starts to begin,”

— Richard Siken, from Crush

[antigonick]

“I know history. There are many names in history. but none of them are ours.”

— Richard Siken, excerpt of Little Beast

[illuminosity]

“I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy.”

— Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain

[tartts]

“Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good.”

— Richard Siken, Black Telephone