how the fuck should i know?

simultaneously a theo decker hate and apologist blog.

[oakesfegleys]

haven’t been active on here in forever but i wanted to post for old time’s sake. i finally saw the goldfinch in person !!!!!!!!

[oakesfegleys]

“He had forgotten how big things could feel, how crowded with life, how beautiful it could be to know the season, the month, the hour, to simply say, It is winter.”

- Leigh Bardugo, Hell Bent

[therumpus]

HORN! REVIEWS: The Goldfinch by Kevin Thomas

[dustinhendrsn]

lot of trouble, but worth it, yes?

[oakesfegleys]

Out of Boris and Theo who do you think tops?

u heard it from anna ! and she’s 100% right

[jugurtti-deactivated20210925]

[janicesopranos]

The Goldfinch as a bad 80s heist movie (inspired by x)

[odetobillyhoe]

Donna Tartt, photographed by Tommy Svensson on September 8th, 1993.

[mikewheelerr]

Boris—leaning back on his hands, face turned to the sky— was singing to himself in Polish.

Wszystkie dzieci, nawet źle, 

pogrążone są we śnie, 

a Ty jedna tylko nie.  

A-a-a, a-a-a, 

byly sobie kotki dwa. 

[cescedes-deactivated20210628]

…how precious was life that two such friends, in so big world, should find each other again after so great seperation?

[autmnalmanac]

[oakesfegleys]

boris and theo on their first day together  → last night together

[lousolversons]

It made me think of you.

[spideysmen]

[oakesfegleys]

a little life, hanya yanagihara // the goldfinch, donna tartt

[aptedo2]

when you’re trying to picture your girl but you’re at your friend boris’ house, and just a few pages ago he told you that his old friends called him ‘moon’ (badr) so now the moon is forever a symbol of boris himself - and the moon through the window is so lovely that you get totally distracted from thinking about your girl and you don’t even dwell on the fact that you can’t remember what she looks like because now, you have your moon :)

[dustinhendrsn]

kickin’ around my room

theo decker/boris pavlikovsky (the goldfinch) 3k. G. missin these two😔

tagging a few friends who might be interested: @oakesfegleys, @singt0me, @avocadoapocalypse, @donnatarttsbitch.

One day, Theo thinks, he’ll wake up and Boris won’t be there in the frigid air next to him; the sheets, so often tangled around his legs, will be loose and sliding to the floor. Theo will look out the window and see Boris on the horizon, just a shimmering mirage in the distant on the dusty road to nowhere. The thought hurts, not because Boris would be leaving, but because Theo wouldn’t be with him.

Which is stupid, honestly. Wherever Boris goes, Theo is going. Why wouldn’t he? And besides, Boris would never leave without him.

read it on ao3!