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?"
to have failed is a sign you tried…. the mistakes, the relationships that didn’t make it, the job you didn’t get, the plans that fell through…. you tried, you lived, you loved.
I did not get brat summer drunk I got Lana del rey norman fucking rockwell
I love when people are explaining something and they go “stay/walk with me” bc now I’m so with you we’re energetically holding hands keep going girl
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
richard siken, the language of birds; from war of foxes
they need to invent somewhere where I belong
in bed. straight up "watching it." and by "it," haha, well. let's justr say. it (2017)