Jude:

yeah and who wants to see him find love? who wants to see him get adopted? who wants to see what the other boys in his life do? who cares? he got raped that’s the only valid or worthwhile thing to mention!!!!

Thinking about the wildflowers that Willem and Jude planted in the fields around their house and how they’re probably still growing, year after year. They probably spread out over time, with no one to mow them or trim them back. They probably smother the house now, growing right up to the doorstep.

The happy years didn’t last long enough. But the flowers will continue to grow.

i feel like jude would love easter. he would make cakes and gift eggs. HIM AND THE BOYS PAINTING EGGS. fresh daffodils in the apartment… god

jb if he was given responsibility over titling the chapters:

A 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 Life👅

Lispenard 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴

The 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴man👅

Vanities

Axiom of 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴s

The happy 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴s

Dear 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴👅

Lispenard 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 2

cried about Jude St. Francis today will probably cry about him tomorrow

one of the ways i am like jude st francis is that if there isn’t a lock on the door or i’m unable to close it i WILL have a panic attack😆

JB going into the studio for the first time after jude’s death

malcom’s last architectural model remaining unfinished

willem’s last script staying unsaid

the last time jude sang

the last time a piano felt jude’s touch

the last time willem made a shopping list

so many things unsaid, unread, unfinished, unplayed, undone, so many limes never bought.