pippa and theo ? it’s the same picture

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pippa and theo ? it’s the same picture
All the time, I’d known it was a mistake, keeping the painting, and still I’d kept it. No good could come of keeping it. It wasn’t even as if it had done me any good or given me any pleasure. Back in Las Vegas, I’d been able to look at it whenever I wanted, when I was sick or sleepy or sad, early morning and the middle of the night, autumn, summer, changing with weather and sun. It was one thing to see a painting in a museum but to see it in all those lights and moods and seasons was to see it a thousand different ways and to keep it shut in the dark—a thing made of light, that only lived in light — was wrong in more ways than I knew how to explain. More than wrong: it was crazy.
it was abysmally obvious. even in my pilled stupor, i understood the attachment was entirely visual. veronica was cooler, more reserved than my mother had been in life ( not half as conversational ), but the tender regard in blue eyes held me suspended in an arid light of familiarity. watching her, having her nearby, was as calming as it was suffocating. i’m an idiot. i’m insane. i clear my throat. ❛❛ i read your story. ❜❜ skimmed. fiction didn’t cater to me the way it used to. she doesn’t react in a way i know how to respond to. veronica regards me with a polite smile & calls it a day. dumbass i am, i clumsily canter on, tripping over my own voice. ❛❛ does it bother your parents that you write stuff like that ? ❜❜ @bleuebird
❥ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 , 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ) [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .
sentence starters inspired by various lyrics from the songs of rina sawayama’s sawayama !! some lyrics have been slightly modified to be more usable . change gendered language & add context to your needs . happy roleplaying !!♡
“ i’m losing myself in the darkness of the world . ” “ saving myself is all i really know . ” “ the pain in my veins is hereditary . ” “ i’m gonna take the throne this time . ” “ i know you risked everything . ” “ i want it all , don’t have to choose . ” “ the heart wants what it wants , what can i do ? ” “ i’m the baddest , & i’m worth it . ” “ give me just a little bit more . ” “ i don’t want to hear ‘ no ’ . ” “ all that’s left is immaterial . ” “ the price we paid is unbelievable . ” “ i’m taking in as much as i can hold . ” “ where did it go awry ? ” “ all this time , heaven was in our eyes . ” “ i want more , more , more , more , more . ” “ it’s too late , you already left . ” “ you’re preaching even though i’m dead . ” “ how come you don’t expect me to get mad when i’m angry ? ” “ i know i’m not the only one . ” “ how come you don’t respect me ? ” “ shut the fuck up . ” “ have you ever thought about taping your big mouth shut ? ” “ i’ve been through more friends than i can count on my fingertips . ” “ how come you don’t detest me ? ” “ excuse my ego . ” “ every time you see me , it’s like winning big in reno . ” “ don’t fuck with me , hoe . ” “ you should never be ashamed to have it all . ” “ it’s gonna be okay . ” “ you’ve come a long way . ” “ i’ll make you a believer . ” “ i’m so confident . ” “ flew here to escape , but i feel the same . ” “ sucks to be me . ” “ don’t look at me . ” “ i bruise easily . ” “ i’m a sucker , so i suffer . ” “ i’m just like my mother . ” “ i’m just like my father . ” “ i guess i’ll be sad forever & ever . ” “ i’m just a kid , so save it . ” “ i went & messed up again . ” “ i went against everything you said . ” “ isn’t life so beautiful ? ” “ i bet you think i’m terrible . ” “ if you can’t love yourself , how are you going to love somebody else ? ” “ every day , i want to start over . ” “ you can’t fix me . ” “ i’m a bad friend . ” “ don’t ask me where i’ve been . ” “ sometimes , i can only see the bad side of life . ” “ i went with the lie until it was true . ” “ i can’t forgive you like i did before . ” “ who’s gonna save you now ? ” “ i wish you well , but go take it somewhere else . ” “ people don’t know what they’re taking until it’s gone . ” “ you got that something that everyone wants . ” “ you got that movie star glow . ” “ they don’t know you like i know you . ” “ i just want your love all to myself . ” “ tell me your story & i’ll tell you mine . ” “ take your time , we’ve got all night . ” “ fuck them , if they don’t know what you’re made of . ” “ i guess i’m just happy . ”
collector of small and meaningful objects (with no inherent use other than to make the heart glow a little softer)
I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via quotespile)
i’m going to add some tgf muses to my multi at some point (boris, hobie, maybe kitsey and tom) so if u see me. writing w/ myself a Lot no u don’t
“ Miles, when standing full length, came to hover a head over my own, and when sitting seemed inexplicably longer - slouched and heavy with the burden of exceptional breeding. More often than not, he was amiable. At other times, his sour moods expelled me from all thought and left me to hole myself up in given quarters with Popper and the few books borrowed from Hobie’s personal collection. I felt unextraordinary beside him. Had I inherited my mother’s high cheekbones or the arresting quality of her overall nature, I might have been able to keep what little self confidence I held when saddled with his company. Despite his paleness, there was a shine from within that would have pulled attention without the thoroughbred molding of his features. He was gifted with dark, imploring eyes and the full lips of the pouting stars in the posters magnetized to KT’s locker. It didn’t seem to matter that he was startlingly thin, or that his sweaters were moth - bitten and seemingly older than their bearer, all eyes fell on him in enchantment and left me feeling feminine in my newfound insecurities “
-theo’s description of @quandare
. * › “i don’t know a thing about you. you might as well have sprung full-grown out of the head of zeus.” signed, @goodfelow
WAS I MEANT TO COME ARMED WITH A RESUME ? theodore muses in personal agitation, the clean khaki of his pants freshly astounding ( eyes eagerly distracted from neil’s open, earnest face ). if he was meant to take this offered stage & hock off bullet points of himself --- it would be a hard pass. ❛❛ do you usually know a lot about people you just met ? ❜❜ do you expect me to know a damn thing about you ? migraine douses his mood in foul tension twice over. too much liquor. an unlucky hand. it’s difficult to precisely pinpoint the source, but he knows miserable mood is not ( entirely ) the fault of neil perry. ❛❛ i mean ... i could say the same about you. ❜❜
“…if a painting really works down in your heart and changes the way you see, and think, and feel, you don’t think, ‘oh, I love this picture because it’s universal.’ ‘I love this painting because it speaks to all mankind.’ That’s not the reason anyone loves a piece of art. It’s a secret whisper from an alleyway. Psst, you. Hey kid. Yes you.”
The Goldfinch directed by John Crowley based on the 2013 novel by Donna Tartt
theo idealizes the past and gets drunk on nostalgia an unhealthy amount. obviously a lot of this involves the ‘Before’ but his relationship with boris as an adult shows that, too. and his complete loss of that idealization of boris that comes after his attempt is an important step toward theo letting go of things and trying to act like theo and boris keep in touch is unfair to theo’s growth.
theo is a good and decent person, at the end of the day. he makes bad choices and he stumbles and he struggles but he is overall a generous, loving, and thoughtful person. if his outward altruism is exaggerated for his own peace of mind, that still shows the inward leaning toward good n i really don’t care what he has to say on the matter
* url muse playlist: create a playlist that encompasses your muse using only the letters of your url. ( multi-muse — specify which muse(s) each song makes you think of. ) repost, do not reblog.
G ghost // neutral milk hotel O old friend // mitski H heaven or las vegas // the cocteau twins L the louvre // lorde D diary of a young man // television personalities F five years // david bowie I i always wanna die ( sometimes ) // the 1975 N new dawn fades // joy division C comfortably numb // pink floyd H heroin // the velvet underground
tagged by: @borispavsky tagging: x
james hobart is the only stability theo decker has known since his mother died hobie loves him unconditionally and has always treated him with kindness and consideration and theo has felt like a burden every day he’s lived w/ him and his actions working at hobart & blackwell were a misguided attempt to repay the kindness he does not feel he deserves
theo & hobie in the goldfinch
i think the argument that theo got off w/o consequence is stupid bc 1. i don’t personally feel that theo’s actions re: the painting are Deserving of punishment but also 2. he was miserable for 13 years and riddled with guilt and anxiety over having that painting and i feel like everything he dealt with between the death of his mother and the end of his stay in amsterdam are more than enough
“ Miles, when standing full length, came to hover a head over my own, and when sitting seemed inexplicably longer - slouched and heavy with the burden of exceptional breeding. More often than not, he was amiable. At other times, his sour moods expelled me from all thought and left me to hole myself up in given quarters with Popper and the few books borrowed from Hobie’s personal collection. I felt unextraordinary beside him. Had I inherited my mother’s high cheekbones or the arresting quality of her overall nature, I might have been able to keep what little self confidence I held when saddled with his company. Despite his paleness, there was a shine from within that would have pulled attention without the thoroughbred molding of his features. He was gifted with dark, imploring eyes and the full lips of the pouting stars in the posters magnetized to KT’s locker. It didn’t seem to matter that he was startlingly thin, or that his sweaters were moth - bitten and seemingly older than their bearer, all eyes fell on him in enchantment and left me feeling feminine in my newfound insecurities “
-theo’s description of @quandare