the strangest foxes

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"Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me, and here is the center
of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we
can drink from, but I can’t go through with it.
I just don’t want to die anymore."

- Richard Siken (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

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What is this fuckery?

(Source: iheartthexfiles, via mulder-pls)




a poem by dorothea lasky

(via cassandragillig)

better not to quench your thirst/ better not to be the first one diving in