tgfmelancholythoughts

If you get a follow from katamariroll, that's my main. Yes, this is another side blog. Someone please help me, I've gotten lost in the goldfinch sauce.

[frnko-mars]

“Come on. Give it over.” “No,” said Boris sharply, shaking the hair from his eyes. Martin blinked, with a sort of befuddled whimsy. “What’s that you say?” “No.”

[theodeckrs]

boris has many great lines in the goldfinch but, may i present to you, my personal favourite:

[qiornono]

the shit works, it feels good, and my self-worth’s at an all time low

[bloedgetuige]

boris the goldfinch forever famous. showing up to the engagement party, shirt Open. furcoat On. publicly leaving with the groom whos gone for weeks after that. i know the rumors in the upper echelon of new york were Flying

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

let’s start again.

we can be strangers, meeting for the first time but feeling like we’ve known each other forever. then we’ll be friends. i’ll hold you in a suspiciously long hug, and you won’t let go either. we’ll make a playlist together and you’ll call me to see if i’m busy as soon as you get off work. and finally, maybe this time, we’ll become lovers. you’ll tell me i was the right person at the wrong time but that now is the right time. i’ll smile at you and tell you you were worth the wait.

[nyanakin]

the type of ship i fuck with the most

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed

[ninjasmudge]

pomegranates are so damn difficult to eat like could you be less of a metaphor and more of a fruit for a second im trying to have a snack

[anxeious]

[oncewild]

thinking about this bit from an article by Ann Druyan in 2003:

“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me – it still sometimes happens – and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous – not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived.

That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday.

I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”

[sailermoon]

huge shout out to this little kid for writing my favorite poem

[droptheguillotineplease]

More Goldfinch sketchbook pages, Vegas era Boris, then nyc era.

[chernychnyi]

runaways

[luna-azzurra]

10 “There’s Only One Bed and Neither of Us Is Saying Anything About It” Moments

(because silence is a language, and tension is an electric blanket set to HIGH)

❥ One of them casually says “I don’t care where I sleep,” but spends the next ten minutes folding their jacket like it’s a pillow audition.

❥ They lie back-to-back with six inches of cold air between them like it’s a chasm and somehow still don’t sleep all night.

❥ Someone offers to sleep on the floor. No one lets them. No one explains why.

❥ The mattress dips when the other gets in, and they both pretend not to notice.

❥ Waking up tangled together and going still, like moving will make it real.

❥ One of them sleeps on top of the blanket “for boundary reasons.” We all know what that means.

❥ Accidentally brushing hands in the dark. No apologies. Just silence.

❥ One of them whispers something in the middle of the night, and the other pretends to be asleep, but remembers every word.

❥ “It’s fine. We’re both adults.” Cut to: neither of them moving a muscle all night.

❥ When they get up the next morning, they avoid each other’s eyes, but their hands brush as they pass. And this time, nobody pulls away.

[bakwaaas]

there is no unlived life or alternative reality where everything went right…. there is only here and now what are you going to do with it

[varandra-deactivated20230907]

anne carson wrote beautifully about this: “i’m not saying move back towards life, i’m saying the future isn’t elsewhere. we’re locked in a spaceship, h of h, we have nothing but continuing.”

[redlipstickresurrected]

Anna Loginova aka Vindront aka Vin the Artist (Russian) - The Sun roars into View, 2024, Paintings

[booksandglitter]

looking at the moon and experiencing a very deep yearning

[scatterghosts-deactivated202411]

theo and boris from the goldfinch are like. what if there was a guy who was a complete total utter chaotic wreck of a person. and what if there was another guy who was also a complete total utter chaotic wreck of a person but had fun with it instead of crying in his hotel room like a bitch