the_blue_room (my movie quotes): fire walk with me

Showing posts with label fire walk with me. Show all posts

Showing posts with label fire walk with me. Show all posts

Sunday, September 9, 2012

And the angels wouldn't help you, 'cause they've all gone away.

[ fire walk with me ]

Thursday, February 2, 2012

She's young, she's in highschool, she's sexually active, she's taking drugs, she's crying out for help.

[ fire walk with me ]

Monday, April 5, 2010

Your Laura disappeared. It’s just me now.

[ fire walk with me ]

Monday, April 28, 2008

Donna:
This is from a long time ago, is that ok? I was about 13-years-old, 14 maybe. We were going to the roadhouse to meet boys. They're about twenty years old. And they're nice to us. And they make us feel like we're older. Rick asks if we wanna go party and Laura says yes, and all of a sudden I feel this knot building up in my stomach. But when Laura gets in the truck with Rick, I go anyway. A stream in the woods and when I think, it's pale and light out. Laura starts to dance around the boys. She begins to move her hips. And we take off our clothes. I know the boys are watching. Laura starts to kiss Josh and Rick. I don't know what to do, so I swim away. I feel like I want to run, but I don't. He kisses my hand and then me. I can still feel that kiss. His lips are warm and sweet. My heart jumps. He's talking but I can't hear him. It was the first time I ever fell in love.

[ twin peaks: fire walk with me ]

Sunday, June 4, 2006

- Do you think that if you were falling in space you would slow down after a while or go faster and faster?

- Faster and faster. For a long time you wouldn't feel anything. Then you would burst into fire... forever.

[ fire walk with me ]

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"These are the kind of girls who hang dream catchers above their beds, who eat pomegranates and read old history books for fun. These are the kind of girls who take pictures of their hands with disposable cameras and wallpaper their bathrooms with pretty roses. These girls sketch eyes and mouths and little drawings all over things, they look you right in the eye and almost through you when you speak to them. These girls camp out in their backyards for fun, they light candles everywhere and if you visit them at home they usually have all sorts of animals. Their wardrobes are filled with silk robes and bows and hats, they drink tall glasses of milk and snack on chocolate while they watch the sun rise. These are the kind of girls who ride bikes through the city to the cinema that plays old movies in the middle of the day. They watch “Breakfast At Tiffanys” or “Rosemarys Baby”. These are the kind of girls who are quiet in public. They were the kind of girls who put too many marshmallows in their hot choclate, and when the snow came down, lit the fire, and pretended to be in the North Pole. They would water color things they couldn’t see, and eat French Toast for lunch. These girls were the kind of girls who always believe in unicorns, they believed in the power of love and dreams. They were the kind of girls who gazed out of windows at bigger worlds, and rain made them think of faeries and tree houses. In the summer they read Jane Austen and listened to Fleetwood Mac while sipping hot tea. They told ghost stories under huge floral sheets, candles glowing below their faces. The spooky endings made them scream and laugh. They huddled together so they wouldn’t get too scared. These are the girls that didn’t need boys in their lives to achieve happiness."