#mr wilson

[happygirl2oo2]

Leverage textposts part 28/?

[solarianloverboi]

Worried about Wilson :(

[solarianloverboi]

Guardian of books 📚

[incorrect-from-the-hip]

He's just trying to pick up some dough

Petunia Jenkins: What are you doing here?

Mr Wilson: I could ask you the same question.

Petunia: I live here. This is my house.

Mr Wilson: I should probably ask you a different question.

[solarianloverboi]

He doesn't even know it's bad bunny sunday

[solarianloverboi]

Time for me and Wilson's nightly book time. Farewell fellow bloggers.

[solarianloverboi]

Oh Rick Riordan we are really in it now 📕

[cousin-quartz-of-house-paradox]

ok. john cale's mr wilson means so so much to me, and i dont even gaf about the beach boys.

it's much more... the sentiment expressed, which i feel so fucking hard too. (like. my childhood and john cale's childhood are very very similar too, so, ofc.)

take away the specific person, take away the specific name; and what you have is what i feel, what painfully well speaks to me in his life as well as my own.

i believe you. i'll believe you anyway. and i'm always thinking of you, when i hear your music play.

you know it's true: that wales [where i live, far away from anything as good as the music i constantly listen to] is not like california [where You are, all you wonderful musicians i dream of constantly because that is the only thing keeping me alive] in any way, and when i listen to your music you're still thousands of miles away. [i will never reach that glorious place of my aspirations, even when i am closest i have acute knowledge of how disparate our everythings are, how far away it all is for me]

it's just. it's just a lot.

and if i guess i had to dedicate this, exactly this sort of song to anybody, it would be john cale. so. yeah.