Richard Papen, While Freezing In A Fucking Mandolin Boutique During The Rigid Winter Of Vermont: California

each day i must leave the sweet, warm, tender embrace of my bed and venture into a cold, uncaring world that hates me being toasty warm and wants me to suffer for sins i have not yet committed

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

- Sylvia Plath

day 129 of missing henry winter

fuck wrapped, how obscure are yall

"If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing"

~ Unknown

@<3

You became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.

Mahmoud Darwish

GOOD GOD, THAT'S SO ACCURATE

If the Secret History was set nowadays, Bunny would annoy everyone with his duolingo lessons, Henry would physically get sick at the mention of any e-reader, Camilla would be a Lana del rey girly, Richard would listen to "this is me trying" while having insomnia, Charles would be a filmbro and judge anyone who hasn't seen Interstellar and Francis would have a crush on hot priest from Fleabag

I think we should talk more about the fact that Henry is basically the personification of the "beauty is terror" quote – hence, the concept of the Sublime. Richard found him to be the most beautiful out of the whole group – not in the in the literal sense, obviously, but in the sense that Henry was the one he looked up to, admired and eventually idolized the most out of them. Even after the murder and all that happened afterwards because of him, after finding out how terrifying he could actually be, Richard still couldn't let go of his initial impression of him, and kept on thinking fondly of him despite everything he'd done – and so did all the others. Henry kept them all together, then wronged them so many times, and in the end he still left them all with that lingering ghost of him they were never able to get rid of.

might fuck around and only wear tweed, turtlenecks and oxfords, drink worrying amounts of coffee, leave my apartment only to sit in a small cafe and read paperbacks, have a close friendship with underlying homoeroticism,,