Coffeerson - Cofferson

oh how I keep thinking of how tartt would write me if she ever did

(it's never happening)

Richard Papen, while freezing in a fucking mandolin boutique during the rigid winter of Vermont: California dreamin'... (California... dreamin'...) on such a winter's day...

my holy trinity: me, my playlist, and my coffee

It's all about the smallest things. The smell of coffee and the warm feeling, when the sunshine touches your skin while it's freezing. Simple.

In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being someone else: knowing another person's soul from the inside. No other art form does that. And this is why sometimes, when we put down a book, we find ourselves slightly altered as human beings.

Donna Tartt

Do you think that while Francis is a very careful driver because he's anxious and overly preoccupied with his safety, Henry instead drives fast and recklessly because he never really valued his life that much and doesn't even care about getting hurt

i love every character in the secret history. they're all freaks. they're all alcoholics. they're snobs. they deserve nothing but the worst. i adore them. i want to study them as if i were a mad ornithologist and they were rare, cantankerous, bastard birds.

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,,

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