—If We Were Villains, M. L. Rio

its been a while

also been too long since i sketched my fav wet cat

did you really break your homosexual situationship if you didnt immediately become the next jesus christ or a dictator afterwards?

Fellas is it trans to want to look exactly like men from broadway?

i miss fall

Shrine at a spring.

Wiltshire, England.

Benedict Smith

I feel like my soul will collapse every time i think about the goldfinch. to have that kind of love?? across the years? unacknowledged yet heavy in memory? to be someone’s beloved? 

i know I'm romanticising the part of the story i latched on to rather than focusing on the larger theme of addiction and obsession, but there was something just so raw about the goldfinch. Some people think complex language and ornate descriptions are inauthentic, but for me, they represent the unknowable-ness, the exhaustion, the overwhelmed, adoring mind. 

“oh yes, i am very reasonable and normal about this subject!!”

*proceeds to mass reblog any related content*

i am normal about this man.