Thelostgoldfinch - Love Doesn’t Conquer All

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?"

this can not continue divas

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Your phone is why you don't feel sexy

Eros, desire, instinct, eternity

Eros—carnal desire—is an embodied experience, and our phones do a terrific job of getting us out of our bodies and into our heads. In the digital age, we often neglect our bodies entirely, and use them merely as a way to transport our heads to meetings. (The rise of rave culture and physical fitness programs since the 1990s is perhaps evidence that we feel the need to fight against this.) No one feels connected, present, alive, embodied, or sexy when they’re on their phone all day.

And our phones don’t just move us out of our bodies, but they have become something of a second brain, a second body. You don’t have to remember something if you can record it, photograph it, or type it into your notes app. You don’t have to look good in person if you look good on Instagram. Our phones not only hollow out our true selves, but are starting to replace us.

the devil couldn't reach me so instead he made sure I have a hard time expressing my emotions and thoughts

I am so emotional over the goldfinch…like so so emotional..but I have to do homework!!!!

I think if Vecna went inside Mike’s head he would be too overwhelmed by his self-hatred, anxiety and PTSD that he would acquire human feelings and stop being a villain and that might be how they win.

"More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I'd stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I'd never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street—which was, of course, I love you."

– The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt

i want you soooo bad (a carefree and joyful outlook towards life)