tgf fans will be like “i know a place” and take you to corrina, corrina by curlymcclain on ao3
physically im here but mentally im in the vegas chapter of the goldfinch
holy shit, this is just me 24/7
All I know is read Richard siken, cry, listen to hozier, yearn, think about the goldfinch, talk about Eddie kaspbrak, be gay, eat hot chip and lie
The time between midnight and 6 am is yearning hours
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.