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northofair · 3 days
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heisenbeerg · 15 hours
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Why do I always fall for the broken guys? The mentally unstable guys? The deranged, angry, psychotic ones? Depressed? Traumatised?
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arcanespillo · 2 days
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Good Will Hunting\\ALF\\BBC Merlin\\SPN S8E11 \\Higher Ground\\Fantastic Mr. Fox
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alittlepassionfruit · 3 months
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He has the facial structure and smile I imagine for Jude.
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mister-sol · 6 months
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and he cries and cries, cries for everything he has been, for everything he might have been, for every old hurt, for every old happiness, cries for the shame and joy of finally getting to be a child...
Harold and Jude from Hanya Yanagihara's "A Little Life". It's not what I usually post here, but I've had this scene on the back of my mind for a while now, and after rereading it for the millionth time I decided to give in and draw it. Put way too much of myself into this to not post it to my main, so here we are.
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ouchhq · 9 months
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"Limes," says Jude, looking up at him and shielding his eyes against the sun.
“Right, he says, and bends down, takes Jude's sunglasses off him, kisses him on his eyelids, and replaces his glasses. Summer, JB has always said, is Jude's season: his skin darkens and his hair lightens to almost the same shade, making his eyes turn an unnatural green, and Willem has to keep himself from touching him too much. "I'll be back in a little while."
A Little Life - Hanya Yanagihara
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mounotaspeaking · 2 months
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pjshermann · 4 months
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The true “boys will be boys” is when all FOUR of you managed to forget your keys and phones and it’s freezing outside and the best solution you and your friends (Ivy League graduates, may I add) could come up with was launching yourself off the roof ledge to break into your own apartment
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for JUDE ST. FRANCIS from A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
the diaries of franz kafka, franz kafka / ojibwa / simone de beauvoir, from a letter to jean-paul sartre / manuscript of the brothers karamazo, fyodor dostoevsky / how to cure a ghost, fariha róisín / postcolonial love poem, 'american arithmetic', natalie díaz / life of the party, 'we all got burnt that summer', olivia gatwood / saint stephen by john everett millais / the sorrow festival, erin slaughter / women of the fertile crescent: an anthology of modern poetry by arab women 'jebu', etel adnan / beast at every threshold, 'ten years after diagnosis', natalie wee
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sakurarouges · 8 months
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“And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.”
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sallyrooneygf · 5 months
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Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
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northofair · 2 days
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Imagine having a best friend who has read the same book and now you both are happily (crying-ly) discussing this book in your nearby café with a cat on your lap. Beautiful but I'm lonelyyy with this book in my head. Still love it.
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moomin279 · 2 months
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When your card declines at therapy so they remind you how Jude knows for certain how true the axiom of equality is, because he himself––his very life––has proven it. The person I was will always be the person I am, he realizes. The context may have changed: he may be in this apartment, and he may have a job that he enjoys and that pays him well, and he may have parents and friends he loves. He may be respected; in court, he may even be feared. But fundamentally, he is the same person, a person who inspires disgust, a person meant to be hated.
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dysphoresque · 1 year
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i just love moments in books where a character forgets who they are and someone goes ahead and tells them little details about themselves in a straightforward manner, because they know the person in such a way that the words will flow as natural as breathing.
"You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces."
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay
"You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient. You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way... You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you."
― Yanagihara, A Little Life
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alittlepassionfruit · 4 months
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Thinking about JB and Jude lately…
JB, who was Jude’s first friend. JB, who carried Jude to the college hospital when he witnessed him having an episode in their dorm.
JB, who shouted and made a scene in that same hospital until a doctor finally saw Jude - and that doctor was Andy, the only physician Jude ever allowed to care for him for the rest of life.
JB, who helped Jude move into the apartment he shared with Willem on Lispenard St. JB, who brought along his friend Richard to help that day. Richard, who later sold Jude his beautiful apartment on Green Street that Jude loved so much. Richard, who secretly looked after him more than Jude ever imagined, who at one point saved his life, and at another point reminded him his birthday was worth celebrating, when Jude himself had forgotten and his world was bleak.
JB, who envied his life, his looks, his career, his relationship (even his limp!). JB, who saw him as competition, rather than someone to pity. JB, who thought he was beautiful, who thought killing something small and adorable was worth it if it meant looking like Jude.
JB, who brought him to parties, who showered him with laughter and provocations.
JB, who asked too many questions and wanted all the answers but got none of them. JB, who then asked Harold to back off from asking all the questions and wanting all the answers as well.
JB, who captured his life in galleries, on canvas, on film. The good and the bad.
JB, who’s art invaded and celebrated and decorated. JB, who’s art froze Willem in time for him.
JB, who was Jude’s last friend. JB, who Jude resented, who Jude hated, who Jude never forgave, who Jude wanted dead.
JB, who found him at last, who put away his suits, who handed out his letters.
JB, who outlived his friends, who was left alone, with his pictures, and his paintings, and his pain.
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sic-vita · 11 months
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jude after sickness //
"things get broken and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realise that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully"
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