i was always me i was always me i was always me i was always me i was always me i was always me i was always me i was always me i was always me i was always me i was always me i was always me i was always
i feel like jude would love easter. he would make cakes and gift eggs. HIM AND THE BOYS PAINTING EGGS. fresh daffodils in the apartment… god
willem a truck behind YOU💜
every time I remember Jude left Harold an eight pages letter, one part of me dies
Just saw someone on Instagram say closing a little life by hanya yanaghihara feels like losing a close friend because of how real all the characters feel and it’s exactly how it felt to finish it for the first time
A Little Life - Hanya Yanagihara
miss the days when I was just planning to read A Little Life, when I didn’t know anything of Jude St. Francis, when he was just the “enigmatic lawyer” on the back summary
THIS IS TAKING ME OUUUUTTTT
Harold in Lispenard II