"Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper.
I didn’t want to write these pages until there were no hard feelings, no sharp ones. I do not have that luxury. I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again. I want more landmarks, less landmines. I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it."
- Richard Siken,
Spork Editor’s Pages: Black Telephone (via autobibliography)
yakovbarnes, via andmyelectricsurgesfree) Mar 7
Also, side note, having a boy who isn’t my emotionally repressed, womanizing, insecure, verbally abusive ex-boyfriend wanting to hang out with me feels so amazing and there is wine in the world, and waves that crash under fur-like night sky, and music that makes my bones jangle, and knit blankets, and deep kisses from new lips, and Portland wind, and SXSW, and bounding, shaggy dogs. It is going to be okay. For the first time in three years
I am going to be okay. Mar 5