Siken Richard

  • beellaehas quotedlast year
    Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

    These, our bodies, possessed by light.

    Tell me we'll never get used to it.
  • beellaehas quotedlast year
    We're shooting the scene where I swallow your heart and you make me

    spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls

    right out of my mouth.
  • beellaehas quotedlast year
    but I want it back now, baby.
  • beellaehas quotedlast year
    An all-night barbeque. A dance on the courthouse lawn.

    The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night

    is thinking. It's thinking of love.

    It's thinking of stabbing us to death

    and leaving our bodies in a dumpster.

    That's a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey kisses for everyone.
  • beellaehas quotedlast year
    History is a little man in a brown suit

    trying to define a room he is outside of.

    I know history. There are many names in history

    but none of them are ours.
  • beellaehas quotedlast year
    I stare at you like I'm looking through a window,

    counting birds.
  • ♡emma♡has quoted2 years ago
    your hands a river gesture
  • ♡emma♡has quoted2 years ago
    I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time
  • ♡emma♡has quoted2 years ago
    Was there

    no one else? His hands keep turning into

    birds, and his hands keep flying away

    from him. Eventually the birds must land.
  • ♡emma♡has quoted2 years ago
    I'm sorry

    it's such a lousy story.
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