There Are Few Things More Terrifying Than One's Own Heart, And There Is Almost Nothing More Terrifying

I feel like my soul will collapse every time i think about the goldfinch. to have that kind of love?? across the years? unacknowledged yet heavy in memory? to be someone’s beloved? 

i know I'm romanticising the part of the story i latched on to rather than focusing on the larger theme of addiction and obsession, but there was something just so raw about the goldfinch. Some people think complex language and ornate descriptions are inauthentic, but for me, they represent the unknowable-ness, the exhaustion, the overwhelmed, adoring mind. 

Benedict Smith

- Donna Tartt

—If We Were Villains, M. L. Rio

B (day 193)

clears throat

GOD A DREAMED THERE WAS AN ANGEL WHO COULD HEAR ME THROUGH THE WALL

give me the old-school love. write me letters. leave me random notes. kiss my hands. slow dance with me. write a poem. lie down with me on the grass. read to me.

i think more people should know about moritz stiefel

so now that the wicked girlies got their movie, what about the spring awakening girlies? (me)