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More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I'd stopped myself from blurting the thing I'd never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying out loud to him in the street - which was, of course, I love you.
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volodymyrovych · 2 months
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torn between getting a girlfriend and getting really into russian literature. i feel like the two are mutually exclusive somehow
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volodymyrovych · 3 months
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Listening to the audiobook of Dancer from the Dance by Andrew Holleran, and it said, "narrated by David Pittu" and I immediately went
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GOLDFINCH AUDIOBOOK
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volodymyrovych · 3 months
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Aneurin Barnard as Boris Pavlikovsky in The Goldfinch (2019)
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volodymyrovych · 3 months
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Hey fellas is it gay to organize an art heist and risk your life just to retrieve a famous dutch stolen painting only because it means the world to your best friend from childhood?
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“Boris.” Pointed black eyebrows, merry black eyes. He was taller, face hollower, long black coat, same old scar over his eye plus a couple of new ones. “Wow.” “And wow, yourself!” He held me out at arm’s length. “Hah! Look at you! Long time, no?” “I—” I was too stunned to speak. “What are you doing here?” “And, I should ask—” stepping back to give me the once-over, then gesturing down the street as if it belonged to him—“what are you doing? To what do I owe this surprise?” “What?” “I stopped by your shop the other day!” Throwing the hair out of his face. “To see you!” “That was you?” “Who else? How’d you know where to find me?” “I—” I shook my head in disbelief. “You weren’t looking for me?” Drawing back in surprise. “No? This is accident? Ships passing? Amazing! And why this white face on you?” “What?” “You look terrible!” “Fuck you.” “Ah,” he said, slinging his arm around my neck. “Potter, Potter!”
The Goldfinch (2019) dir. John Crowley // The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
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volodymyrovych · 4 months
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over the summer I went to a garage sale that ended up being at a church with my mom and I saw the goldfinch for sale and it felt like
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my yearning compilation
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Richard III in The White Queen "The Price of Power"
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Donna Tartt
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volodymyrovych · 5 months
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do you guys remember the goldfinch
#no
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volodymyrovych · 5 months
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Saw the first hardback copy of the goldfinch I've ever seen today. She's somehow escaped my reach for like 6 years
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