Forest Nymph 1870

not normie enough to fit in but not fringe enough to lean into being a freak, worst of both worlds, pure liminality, just the weird coworker, and unrelatable classmate. and your mutual

a novel about falling in love in the desert doing drugs and commiting art crimes is something that can be so personal

[…] something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him…

Did she?? Did she blow UP????

I’m watching Tgf and Tom Cable literally says “my mom blew up over that shit too” about the cigarettes are u fucking kidding rn, like… idk how I didn’t notice before

Living alone is like— I laugh alone (without my bestfriend); I eat alone (without my mother); I sleep alone (without my dog); I get bored alone (without my brother); I wake up alone to an empty room (my father is not here watching the news in the hall); I think alone (the only person here is the reflection of myself in a mirror), and I cry alone (I need my Love right now).

I'm going to reread The Goldfinch, because I can't stand being emotionally stable for too long, I need something to lament and suffer about.

“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”

— Unknown

thinking about how theo used boris’ home phone number as the passcode to the locker where he (thought he) kept the goldfinch painting aka the physical manifestation of his heart... so every time he went to see the painting he would have to think about boris... donna you really crossed a line with that one... !

they literally had a gay dog named poppers. pultizer prize fr.

I could also have used mike for this one btw