Pls kill me
back at school, this is so spring awakening coded
“oh yes, i am very reasonable and normal about this subject!!”
*proceeds to mass reblog any related content*
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.
Shrine at a spring.
Wiltshire, England.