May 2011
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Imagine you
are in a field of daisies. What are you doing in a field of...
– Richard Siken
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After work you go to the grocery store to get some milk and a carton of...
– Richard Siken
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All night I streched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods,...
– Richard Siken
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Let me tell you a story about love:
There was a place on the floor where they...
– Richard Siken, War of the Foxes
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Let me tell you a story about war:
They went to the museum and wandered...
– Richard Siken
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It starts with bloodshed, always bloodshed, always the same
running from...
– Richard Siken, “Driving, Not Washing”
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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
– Ernest Hemingway
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Someone once said that the moment you stop to think about whether you love...
– The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
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Learning became her. She loved the smell of the books from the shelves, the type...
– Robert Goolrick, A Reliable Wife
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I’m so very tired from carrying you with me. You left me long ago yet you still...
– Chris (via themusician)
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