He Missed His Brother 💔💔💔 NO NO NO NO

jb if he was given responsibility over titling the chapters:

A 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 Life👅

Lispenard 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴

The 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴man👅

Vanities

Axiom of 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴s

The happy 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴s

Dear 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴👅

Lispenard 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 2

yeah “a little life” by hanya yanagihara is controversial or whatever but did you know that “and so i try to be kind to everything i see, and in everything i see, i see him.”

i'm definitely totally normal about jude st. francis

Everyone @ Jude and Willem when they see their Lispenard St. “Shithole” apartment

joobie st frankie

i was looking for a specific part of a little life and i was flipping through my copy and suddenly just read “Limes” and i fucking jumped and had to walk away

the parallels in this book make me insane but yk when Harold was talking w Liesl for the first time in sixteen years and discovered she had been doing the same thing he had, which was seeing Jacob’s essence in the faces of students or just passerbys in the street.

“Only to realize later that she had imagined they might be our son, alive and well and away from us, no longer ours, but walking freely through the world, unaware that we might have been searching for him all this time”

And then later on, after Jude’s death, Harold finds that in everything he sees, he sees him. He seeks his son’s face once again, finding comfort in the idea that he might be somewhere off in the world, walking free, without pain and without grief, but he is no longer his and Julia’s.

Was that the price that Harold and Julia paid to let Jude be freed? That he might be off somewhere else, no longer really Jude but something or someone else that does not carry the pain or grief that Jude carried with him? But in return, he would no longer be Harold and Julia’s? They would never be able to reach him again, but he is free now.

“And if a child can no longer be comforted, is it my job to give him permission to leave?”

“You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.”

Thinking about the wildflowers that Willem and Jude planted in the fields around their house and how they’re probably still growing, year after year. They probably spread out over time, with no one to mow them or trim them back. They probably smother the house now, growing right up to the doorstep.

The happy years didn’t last long enough. But the flowers will continue to grow.