NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY.

[princessnelrita]

[ponygrease]

    @cathydoll  “i wore his jacket for the longest time.”   

you knew.   you remember seeing her wear it multiple times.   it was something that made your skin crawl.   not about her, no.   perhaps it was because out of all people, it was her whom was wearing his coat.   it was hear that had that piece of him that you so badly wanted to reclaim for yourself.    the boy that you’d lost.   your best friend.     ( shoulda been me.  coulda been me. goddamn it johnny, why’d ya have to be brave. )      

        “ ya’ well y’don’t gotta brag about it. ”    tone sour, passive aggressive at most.

[ponygrease]

engimae‌

the   sound    of    it   is    one   you’ve    heard    more    than    enough       .       IT’S    ONE    YOU’RE    FAR    TOO    FAMILIAR    WITH       .       you    get    to    know    it    if    you’re    a   greaser    (     and       ,       oh    boy       ,       you’re   so   tired    of    it     )       .       head     shakes    as    your    gaze   is   set   upon    his     :     breath    comes    out    as    a    sigh       .       this   sound       ,       this   god    awful     sound       ,       is    the    only    one    you’d    like    to    get    rid    of       .       you     have    to    admit       ,       even    more    than    the   gaze    of    your    dad  /  the    one    that    makes    you    feel    like   a    ghost       .       well       ,       at    least    you’re    still     ALIVE       .       that    is    one    thing    you    have    to    grateful    for       . head    tilts    before    a    small    smile    forms       . it’s    not     very     visible     but    it    counts       , doesn’t    it       ?     

❝           ha       !            ❞         you’re    acting    as    if     you’re    not    worried  /  as   if    you’re    never    worried       .       ❝           if    you    ever   find    someone    who    has   their    head    on    straight ,       you    can    very    gladly   tell    me    about    them       .            ❞        

glad that at least someone is finding humour in it.   suppose you coulda tried to force it if you had to;    didn’t you do that anyway?   everything was forced since the day that johnny died.    force yourself to rise from bed so that darry and soda didn’t worry themselves sick over the fact that you wanted to just remain buried under blankets. force yourself to smile, force yourself to laugh and learn.   yet still, you smiled ; it was foreign but it was still there.  trying to find maybe just an ounce of what she did in the entirety of it all.  

             “ don’t think there’s many of them ‘round these parts, y’know? greasers and socs wanna act like they got it all sorted out but none of us know the ass end of a pig from the front end. ”

[luxmemes]

RICHARD SIKEN ‘CRUSH’ MEME 

but he’s trying to kill you

your life is over anyway.

you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy.

tell me we’ll never get used to it.

it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio. 

tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake.

there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.

the world is no longer mysterious. 

it’s thinking of stabbing us to death.

i like him and i want to be like him. 

someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.

history repeats itself.

i wanted to take him home.

i was finding myself sleepless and he was running out of lullabies.

there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.

i’d like my money’s worth.

sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine. 

i wore his jacket for the longest time. 

i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.

tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.

who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down. 

you want a better story, who wouldn’t?

quit milling around the yard and come inside.

and no one can ever figure out what you want and you won’t tell them.

you don’t trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy.

you take the things you love and tear them apart. 

i said kiss me here and here and here and you did.

these are the dreams we should be having. 

i don’t think i can take this much longer.

i carried you to the car and drove you home but you weren’t making any sense.

i went to the riverbed to wait for you to show up. you didn’t show up. i kept waiting. 

you want to die for love, you always have.

you’re going to die in your best friend’s arms. 

someone’s pulling a gun and you’re jumping in the middle of it. 

if you love me, you don’t love me in a way i understand.

there’s a bottle of whiskey in the trunk of the chevy and a dead man at our feet.

please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me?

you say ‘i’ll give you anything’ but you never come through.

you keep singing along to the song i hate. stop singing.

you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.

you’re trying not to tell him that you love him. 

[danger]

change is inevitable 

[ponygrease]

@engimae sent “it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio.”  

didn’t you know that one well enough? tulsa greasers knew the buzz of police cruisers perhaps more than the average person.   surely that hadn’t been the aspirations your parents had left behind for you; knew damn well it wasn’t what darry had wanted for you either.    it had remained inevitable, a cataclysmic run of events that had started with death and running from a life that had you anchored down.   only it would end with death, just the same.  body trembles, shaking it off the best you can.  eyes dart her way, offering a slight smirk despite the dark circles under eyes and thousand-yard stare. 

           “ ‘ain’t nothing song worthy about a policeman’s radio, whoever tellin’ you that one must not have their head on straight. ”

[luxmemes]

RICHARD SIKEN ‘CRUSH’ MEME 

but he’s trying to kill you

your life is over anyway.

you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy.

tell me we’ll never get used to it.

it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio. 

tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake.

there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.

the world is no longer mysterious. 

it’s thinking of stabbing us to death.

i like him and i want to be like him. 

someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.

history repeats itself.

i wanted to take him home.

i was finding myself sleepless and he was running out of lullabies.

there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.

i’d like my money’s worth.

sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine. 

i wore his jacket for the longest time. 

i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.

tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.

who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down. 

you want a better story, who wouldn’t?

quit milling around the yard and come inside.

and no one can ever figure out what you want and you won’t tell them.

you don’t trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy.

you take the things you love and tear them apart. 

i said kiss me here and here and here and you did.

these are the dreams we should be having. 

i don’t think i can take this much longer.

i carried you to the car and drove you home but you weren’t making any sense.

i went to the riverbed to wait for you to show up. you didn’t show up. i kept waiting. 

you want to die for love, you always have.

you’re going to die in your best friend’s arms. 

someone’s pulling a gun and you’re jumping in the middle of it. 

if you love me, you don’t love me in a way i understand.

there’s a bottle of whiskey in the trunk of the chevy and a dead man at our feet.

please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me?

you say ‘i’ll give you anything’ but you never come through.

you keep singing along to the song i hate. stop singing.

you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.

you’re trying not to tell him that you love him. 

[ponygrease]

how embarrassing that i did not even turn my ask on before reblogging memes. it’s open now. 

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We’re all we got left now.

[ponygrease]

wow im an idiot. 

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