Erica Jong

maybe we should all watch the goldfinch and it chapter two again and read some richard siken and the secret history and all wear wool coats and long scarves while listening to the national's terrible love and then we can rediscover some long lost peace

in bed. straight up "watching it." and by "it," haha, well. let's justr say. it (2017)

I have responsibilities like self torment and isolation

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?"

thanks for being nice to me. in return i will die for you and never leave your side and go grocery shopping with you.

it's your lucky day. nothing you had that left is coming back

“Sure—I did plenty of stupid things. Stupider than you! But me,” he said, toying with a cigarette, “I was trying to have fun and be happy. You wanted to be dead. It’s different.”

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

It's crazy how you have to choose to be different and then once you do it's not even over - you have to choose it again and again forever and yes one day it will feel so natural you don't even notice it anymore but there is no short cut to there, just willpower and repetition

Theo and Pippa tumblr bloggers, one in secret the other sooooo so open and proud.

"I got 360 notes on my last post Theo!"

"oh wow that's so awesome!!" *got 1869 notes on his last post but can't let anyone know what the post was about or that he regularly uses tumblr*

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... !