“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”
— Unknown
Goldfinch obession has surpassed "Damn, someone I know needs to read the Goldfinch already so I can scream about it!" And reached a new, previously unknown level of "In truth, maybe it's better no one has, because it stops me from grabbing their arm and begging them to get in the car, come on fuck it, one seven hour flight, we'll be eating breakfast over Amsterdam when the sun comes up? A forty-five minute drive to the Hague, and we'll be on a transformative journey to the Netherlands, looking at the Goldfinch?"
boris: [putting out cigarette in the ash tray, hasn’t showered in 2 weeks, vomit on his shirt, black out drunk, calling popchyk slurs]
theo: the way boris leaned over, collarbones creating dark pools at the base of his neck. his nose a strong aquiline with the barest suggestion of having been broken like some ancient bronze statue of a greek boxer. he seemed to me like a divine being who had come to earth only by mistake, perhaps as a punishment for some heavenly crime or another. anyways, I tried writing a letter to pippa the other day but had nothing to say so I gave up.
i want a penis but also i would get a boner from a stiff breeze. i would get hard from biting a particularly crisp apple
We looked at each other. And it occurred to me that despite his faults, which were numerous and spectacular, the reason I’d liked Boris and felt happy around him from almost the moment I’d met him was that he was never afraid.
Palestinian ButchFemme wedding, 2022, @/leilanations
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
yeah im good the light has left my world though