I want to be someone's muse, the object of someone's desires. I want to be something somebody thinks about all day. I want to be painted on a canvas by a painter, to be written in words by a poet. I want to be the inspiration for somebody's art.
I’m at the “we’ll see” stage in my life. With everything and everyone. We will see.
honestly henry winter
fuck wrapped, how obscure are yall
Henry Winter is so husband coded (I need to be institutionalized)
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
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
I'm sure someone has mentioned this before but did Henry's medication increase his state of boredom with the modern world? I've seen people mention that Henry seemed to be depressed and there are articles saying that phenobarbital (which he took for his headaches) can increase depressive disorder and suicidal ideation
These studies focused on kids with epilepsy and Henry didn't mention if he took this at a younger age but he did say he used to have more headaches when he was 13/14
And this is not me saying that the medication is the cause of his being I'm more just wondering what are the implications of the medication on the evolution of the character and the story. Like bestie Donna what did you mean
the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating
Perhaps I romanticize this state of loneliness so much that it becomes too beautiful.
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