#‘the entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. unfortunately we dont have that kind of time.’ fucks HARD

[gczebos]

me, a gay who loves IT: ooh, I’m gonna order Crush by Richard Siken, his stuff is great

me, an emotionally unstable gay who has a crush on her best friend: h a...oh w O w...I am...haha...unwell

[wearerecyclebins]

'with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, i will turn myself into a gun because its all i have, because i am hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.'

'the entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. unfortunately we dont have that kind of time.'

'don't leave the room until i come back from the dead for you. i will come back from the dead for you.'

'you're going to die in your best friend's arms. and you play along because its funny, because its written down, you've memorized it. it's all you know.'

'i never liked that ending either. more love streaming out the wrong way, and i dont want to be the kind that says the wrong way.'

siken quotes i like to keep in my pocket

‘so maybe i wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation’

‘take a body, maybe / your own, dump it gently. all your dead / unfinished selves and dump them gently’

‘i think i’d rather keep the bullet this time. it’s mine, you can’t have it, see, im not giving it up’

‘when you bang your head on the wall you have to remember / you’re on both sides of it already but go ahead, / yell at yourself’

‘a man takes his sadness down the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river’

‘tonight you’re thinking of cities under crowns / of snow and im staring at you like ‘im looking through the window, counting birds’

‘i had to make up all the words myself. the way / they taste, the way they sound in the air’

‘please keep him safe. / let him lay his head on my chest and we will be / like sailors, swimming in the sound of / it, dashed / to pieces’

‘i’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me’

‘i ran and i knew you wouldn’t catch me. / you are a fever i am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel’

‘i clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. id rather quit. id rather be sad. it’s too much work.’

‘someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. im sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart’

‘and the tug of a simple / profound sadness when it sounds so far away’

‘here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed’

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