hi, graffiti!! very cool
okay bye
i hate my life i’m going to [remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health] stare into the eyes of the bird painting i stole from the met
photo and song of the week
from the inside of a theatre
bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM
I feel like my soul will collapse every time i think about the goldfinch. to have that kind of love?? across the years? unacknowledged yet heavy in memory? to be someone’s beloved?
i know I'm romanticising the part of the story i latched on to rather than focusing on the larger theme of addiction and obsession, but there was something just so raw about the goldfinch. Some people think complex language and ornate descriptions are inauthentic, but for me, they represent the unknowable-ness, the exhaustion, the overwhelmed, adoring mind.