I'm Going To Reread The Goldfinch, Because I Can't Stand Being Emotionally Stable For Too Long, I Need

Mike “my boyfriend is mad at me I hope I die” Wheeler and Will “omg you’re so dramatic” Byers

Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

theres not much i can do but i can carry the umbrella. theres not much i can do but i can listen. theres not much i can do but i can steal you a bag of chips, some cough syrup when youre sick. theres not much i can do but i can put on some music. theres not much i can do but i can teach you a few phrases. theres not much i can do but i can put this dog on your chest and remind you that youre here and not there. theres not much i can do but i can hold you. theres not much i can do but i can kiss you goodbye. theres not much i can do but we can drive around for a while. theres not much i can do but i can walk back into your life after years and years apart and solve the biggest problem in your life

born to be richie tozier (loud, always laughing, thrives with other people, unapologetic yourself), forced to be eddie kaspbrak (worries too much, easily grossed out, full of rage, trapped in a cycle of familiarity even though it’s awful)

-Franz Kafka

I wish someone loved me as much as Theo loved that fucking painting

Hobie: such a natural talent for sales! such success! well done!

Theo, fully coked up, getting ready to sell the 5th knock-off Sheraton sofa that week:

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.

mom can you come pick me up. they’re on stranger things twitter saying lesbian bylers are psychopaths, a different species, and misogynistic for not shipping mileven