#here i am leaving you clues i am singing now while rome burns we are all just trying to be holy my applejack my silent night just m

[boudicca]

haha it's nothing bro i just had this really weird dream about you don't worry. yeah haha it was crazy... we were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want so i said what do you want sweetheart and you said kiss me

[tinogiehd]

https://www.tumblr.com/georgieeehd/720685581286457345?source=share

WHAT WIP

bodyswap :]

[kroosluvr]

re: latest longwinter comic

making the worst out of a terrible horrible situation is the core of long winter to me... especially when it comes to this. everything was on the line and we failed. now what? we have to turn in, we have to give up, there's nothing more we can do. so what do we do - we make home out of what we have left. scrape through the rubble and we find this: a dusty attic and a bed definitely too small for 3 people. but we'll make it work, just for one day, just for our final night, because we don't want to be anywhere else but here.

the fuckin richard siken line "I made this place for you. A place for to love me. If this isn’t a kingdom then I don’t know what is."

also this one "We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy."

maruki can't get us here. <- this sort of feeling. that okay, fine, we give up, we turn in, but at least we are here now. we can keep this, falling asleep in each other's arms as a final "defiance..." maybe, to the world, it doesn't matter, but it matters to us. so at least there's love. at least there's that

yknow when archaeologists uncover skeletons and they died holding each other, embracing their loved ones or children and you remember damn we're all human in the end and love perseveres. yeah its like that

[shortnotsweet]

“I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room

where everyone finally gets what they want.

You said Tell me about your books, your visions made

of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is

the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you

there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar

cube…We were in the gold room where everyone

finally gets what they want, so I said What do you

want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am

leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome

burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,

my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.”

― Richard Siken

[kedreeva]

Steddie + Richard Siken Quotes

If you're wondering about some other nice Siken quotes to go with these boys, since i have most often seen the jacket one, here's a bunch more:

"The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you"

"You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him"

"I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them."

"He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand." (hello Steve looking intently at Eddie while Eddie tries to tell him about Nancy)

"I crawled out the window and ran into the woods. I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made this place for you. A place for you to love me. If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is."

"You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened. Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired. And you're trying to smile. And they're trying to smile."

"Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more."

"Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other."

"Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story."

"Because people die. The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does."

"I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it. We have swallowed him up, they said. It’s beautiful. It really is. I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube… We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns."

"For a while I thought I was the dragon. I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was the princess, cotton candy pink, sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle, young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with confidence but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess, while I’m out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire, and getting stabbed to death. Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero."

"You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet."

"And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won't tell them, and you realize the person who loves you isn't the one you thought it would be"

"I don't really blame you for being dead but you can't have your sweater back."

"This is my favorite part. It starts and ends here. The pebbles shine, the plan worked, Hansel Triumphant. Lesson number one: be sneaky and have a plan. But the stupid boy goes back, makes the rest of the story postscript and aftermath. He shouldn’t have gone back."

"Don’t leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you. [...] Leave the lights on. [...] I’m in the hallway again, I’m in the hallway. The radio’s playing my favorite song. Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice."

Anyway. Enjoy.

[malaisequotes]

“Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.”

Snow and Dirty Rain by Richard Siken

[herlostlover]

I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube…We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

[danyours]

We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said, “What do you want, sweetheart?” and you said, ��kiss me.” Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

[nowsakshee]

We were in the gold room

where everyone finally gets what they want.

You said Tell me about your books, your visions made

of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is

the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you

there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar

cube... We were in the gold room where everyone

finally gets what they want, so I said What do you

want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am

leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome

burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,

my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

[harrykim]

[Text ID:

1. You remember too much, / my mother said to me recently. / Why hold onto all that? And I said, / Where can I put it down?

2. what is the opposite of amnesia? because that is / what i have. sometimes i cant find my way around my memories. / i have to take detours. / i think you were the best one.

3. I am afraid / I will love you forever / and we will never be / in the same room / again.

4. the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is / instinct. my head cant keep up. / i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden. / i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you. / "im blowing smoke rings around the moon...." / i wish i was the exact opposite of how the world knows / me.

5. If you swallowed / everyone you've loved / you still couldn't / keep them forever

6. they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed / through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled / around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made / this place for you. A place for you to love me.

7. june 29th, 2007 / ex-loves. and friends. save your troubles for another / day, they wern't at the end of the hallway. baby boy, / you're too busy writing tragedy to notice.

8. I burned so long so quiet you must have / wondered / if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.

9. finally gets what they want, so I said What do you / want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am / leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome

10. sometimes the days spent all by myself in my head are / the scariest. / its enough to make you want to pack it up and call it a / day. / all i can do is read and writer and wait. / ihavecodedmessagesforyou.aretheygettingthrough (i have coded messages for you dot are they getting through)

11. I'm sorry every song's about you / The torture of small talk with someone you used to love

/End ID]

/ anne carson / pete wentz / clementine von radics / pete wentz / (unknown) / richard siken / pete wentz / annelyse gelman / richard siken / pete wentz

[gocatboygo]

oh god if youre trying to get over a guy dont read richard siken dont read richard siken

[tinogiehd]

YOU WROTE THE GOLD ROOM?

my magnum opus….

[boyobjectifier]

“We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want,

so I said

What do you want, sweetheart?

and you said Kiss me.

Here I am leaving you clues.

I am singing now while Rome burns.

We are all just trying to be holy.”

— Richard Siken // Snow and Dirty Rain

[biminie]

━ I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone gets what they want. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube. We were in the gold room where everyone gets what they want, so I said What do you want sweeetheart? And you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. Just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back. CRUSH   ━  RICHARD SIKEN  BAD BUDDY SERIES  ━  EPISODE 12

[nirikeehan]

Angsty Poem Prompts

I originally made this prompt list for personal use, but decided to make a rebloggable version. Feel free to use for your own writing prompts. 🥰

From Snow and Dirty Rain by Richard Siken

Leave me blurry and fall toward me with your entire body.

Imagine my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots in the slatted light.

We can do anything. It’s not because our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we struggle with.

the knives in the kitchen are singing for blood, but we are at the crossroads, my little outlaw

and this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me tight, it’s getting cold.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven

which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

The lawn is drowned, the sky on fire, the gold light falling backward through the glass of every room.

I’ll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger.

Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there?

We’ve read the back of the book, we know what’s going to happen.

The fields burned, the land destroyed, the lovers left broken in the brown dirt.

And then it’s gone. Makes you sad. All your friends are gone. Goodbye Goodbye. No more tears.

I would like to meet you all in Heaven.

But there’s a litany of dreams that happens somewhere in the middle.

Moonlight spilling on the bathroom floor.

A page of the book where we transcend the story of our lives

Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.

We have been very brave, we have wanted to know the worst, wanted the curtain to be lifted from our eyes.

The dream going on with all of us in it. Penciling in the bighearted slob. Penciling in his outstretched arms.

Our Father who art in Heaven. Our Father who art buried in the yard.

Someone is digging your grave right now.

Someone is drawing a bath to wash you clean, he said, so think of the wind, so happy, so warm.

It’s a fairy tale, the story underneath the story, sliding down the polished halls, lightning here and gone.

We make these ridiculous idols so we can pray to what’s behind them, but what happens after we get up the ladder?

Do we simply stare at what is horrible and forgive it?

Here is the river, and here is the box, and here are the monsters we put in the box to test our strength against.

Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here’s the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive

but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t stitched up quite right

I crawled out the window and ran into the woods.

I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air.

I passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for a while, and stumbled back out.

I made this place for you. A place for you to love me.

If this isn’t the kingdom then I don’t know what is.

So how would you catalog it? Dawn in the fields? Snow and dirty rain? Light brought in in buckets?

I was trying to describe the kingdom, but the letters kept smudging as I wrote them

the hunter’s heart, the hunter’s mouth, the trees and the trees and the spaces between the trees, swimming in gold.

Explaining will get us nowhere.

I was away, I don’t know where, lying on the floor, pretending I was dead.

I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it.

We have swallowed him up, they said. It’s beautiful, it really is.

We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me.

Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns.

We are all just trying to be holy.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

[siken-archive]

Snow and Dirty Rain

Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending to sleep, while I'm in the other room. Imagine my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots in the slatted light. I'm thinking My plant, his chair, the ashtray that we bought together. I'm thinking This is where we live. When we were little we made houses out of cardboard boxes. We can do anything. It's not because our hearts are large, they're not, it's what we struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring your friends. It's a potluck, I'm making pork chops, I'm making those long noodles you love so much. My dragonfly, my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing for blood, but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw, and this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me tight, it's getting cold. We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero's shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it. The lawn drowned, the sky on fire, the gold light falling backward through the glass of every room. I'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube? We've read the back of the book, we know what's going to happen. The fields burned, the land destroyed, the lovers left broken in the brown dirt. And then it's gone. Makes you sad. All your friends are gone. Goodbye Goodbye. No more tears. I would like to meet you all in Heaven. But there's a litany of dreams that happens somewhere in the middle. Moonlight spilling on the bathroom floor. A page of the book where we transcend the story of our lives, past the taco stands and record stores. Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one. We have been very brave, we have wanted to know the worst, wanted the curtain to be lifted from our eyes. This dream going on with all of us in it. Penciling in the bighearted slob. Penciling in his outstretched arms. Our father who art in Heaven. Our father who art buried in the yard. Someone is digging your grave right now. Someone is drawing a bath to wash you clean, he said, so think of the wind, so happy, so warm. It's a fairy tale, the story underneath the story, sliding down the polished halls, lightning here and gone. We make these ridiculous idols so we can pray to what's behind them, but what happens after we get up the ladder? Do we simply stare at what's horrible and forgive it? Here is the river, and here is the box, and here are the monsters we put in the box to test our strength against. Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next? The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they're only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren't stitched up quite right, the place they could almost slip right through if the skin wasn't trying to keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side of the theater where the curtain keeps rising. I crawled out the window and ran into the woods. I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made this place for you. A place for you to love me. If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is. So how would you catalog it? Dawn in the fields? Snow and dirty rain? Light brought in in buckets? I was trying to describe the kingdom, but the letters kept smudging as I wrote them: the hunter's heart, the hunter's mouth, the trees and the trees and the space between the trees, swimming in gold. The words frozen. The creatures frozen. The plum sauce leaking out of the bag. Explaining will get us nowhere. I was away, I don't know where, lying on the floor, pretending I was dead. I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it. We have swallowed him up, they said. It's beautiful. It really is. I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube... We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.