2021-04-01 2:00:41 ¶ ● ⬈

waller-bridge:

> Wishbone - Richard Siken // Lesbian Beds - Tammy Rae Carland // Embrace - Peter Wever

> (nytworstselling on instagram)

[text ID: you’re all I ever wanted and worth dying for too… /end ID]

2021-04-05 2:00:41 ¶ ● ⬈

[text ID: I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly. /end ID]

2021-04-06 2:01:08 ¶ ●

[text ID: And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them. /end ID]

2021-04-08 2:01:07 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

r-siken:

> wishbone, richard siken

[text ID: here we are at the place where I get to beg for it /end ID]

2021-04-09 2:00:43 ¶ ● ⬈

venusdream:

> My Own Private Idaho (1991) // I Had a Dream About You by Richard Siken

[text ID: You were lying in the middle of the empty highway. The sky was red and the sand was red and you were wearing a brown coat. There were flecks of foam in the corners of your mouth. / The birds were watching you. Your eyes were closed and you were listening to the road and I could hear your breathing, I could hear your heart beating. I carried you to the car and drove you home but you weren’t making any sense. /end ID]

2021-04-11 2:00:28 ¶ ● ⬈

[text ID: 2. I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that I ran out into the street to prove something, that he didn’t love me / 4. I want to tell you this story without having to say that I ran out into the street to prove something, but he chased after me and threw me into the gravel. /end ID]

2021-04-14 2:00:55 ¶ ●

[text ID: You do this, you do. You take the things you love and tear them apart or you pin them down with your body and pretend they’re yours. /end ID]

2021-04-17 2:00:56 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

[text ID: but here we are in the weeds again, here we are in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn’t make sense. /end ID]

2021-04-18 2:01:12 ¶ ●

[text ID: I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me. /end ID]

2021-04-20 2:00:50 ¶ ● ⬈

heavensghost:

> Richard Siken, Snow and dirty rain

[text ID: the gentleness that comes not from the absences of violence, but despite the abundance of it /end ID]

2021-04-22 2:00:28 ¶ ● ⬈

[text ID: you realize the one person in the world who loves you isn’t the one you thought it would be, and you don’t trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy /end ID]

2021-04-25 2:01:33 ¶ ●

[text ID: So, you kiss him, and he doesn’t move, he doesn’t pull away, and you keep on kissing him. And he hasn’t moved, he’s frozen, and you’ve kissed him, and he’ll never forgive you, and maybe now he’ll leave you alone. /end ID]

2021-04-26 2:00:57 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

appleslice:

> > “Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out” - Richard Siken
> > The Lament for Icarus - Herbert Draper

[text ID: You will be alone always and then you will die. / I’m sorry it’s such a lousy story. /end ID]

2021-04-29 2:00:41 ¶ ● ⬈

[text ID: There’s a part in the movie where you can see right through the acting, where you can tell that I’m about to burst into tears, right before I burst into tears /end ID]