Remember What’s Really Truly Important In Life : Local Bookstore

boris: [putting out cigarette in the ash tray, hasn’t showered in 2 weeks, vomit on his shirt, black out drunk, calling popchyk slurs]

theo: the way boris leaned over, collarbones creating dark pools at the base of his neck. his nose a strong aquiline with the barest suggestion of having been broken like some ancient bronze statue of a greek boxer. he seemed to me like a divine being who had come to earth only by mistake, perhaps as a punishment for some heavenly crime or another. anyways, I tried writing a letter to pippa the other day but had nothing to say so I gave up.

Pinterest is the only social platform that makes me feel refreshed afterward as if I just went on a hike and made an egg white omelette

I am so emotional over the goldfinch…like so so emotional..but I have to do homework!!!!

& you know what it actually IS lifechanging to smile at strangers & say please & thank you & goodmorning & compliment someones outfit & help someone in need & be more accepting of loving other people just because they are other people!!!

yeah i think his ass is having some revelations.

the goldfinch left me permanently insane because why have I thought about it every day for the past 4 months

the world is heartbreaking every day and the world is beautiful every day and we have to pay attention to both

“boris seizing my hand, bloody at the knuckles where i’d punched him on the playground, and pressing it to his own bloodied mouth”

I have responsibilities like self torment and isolation

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)