its been a while
also been too long since i sketched my fav wet cat
desperately need pointed ears, maybe even antlers
Benedict Smith
moritz and ernst are top tier characters because theyre nerds who are failing school representation
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.
girls just wanna have fun an academic year with a ridiculously small class that might be considered essentially a cult in a field that’s tragically pretentious and consists of only the best of the best - the elite in their particular field where everyone is hot, evil and gay, everyone fucks everyone but they all hate eachother and hurt eachother yet are bound together with this inexplicable need and entanglement up in eachother, someone prophecized to die, power and knowledge driving each of them to a state of madness, found family in a sense but the family is fucked up and the chemistry and connection between all of them is so bright that it might burn all of them alive and they’d be happy to burn because this was the precipice they were reaching for anyways, so much power and so much obsession and so much passion and mania with the academia and even more so eachother and they fuck eachother up and fix eachother all at once and ohmygod GIVE ME IT
Welcome back Jesus of Nazareth.