Shipper Ardelean

𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢

“one night it was just the four of them. this was early in their third year and was unusual for them all to feel cozy and a little sentimental about the clique they had made. and they were a clique, and to jude‘s surprise, he was part of it.“

„the food that night had been pizza, ordered by jb and paid by malcom. there had been weed, procured by jb, and outside there had been rain and then hail, the sound of it cracking against the glass and the wind rattling the windows in their splintered wooden casements, the final elements in their happiness.“

„he had been careful, as he always was when one of the others paid for food, to eat as little as possible, and although he was still hungry (there were 2 slices left over, and he stared at them, fixedly, before catching himself and turning away resolutely), he was also deeply content. ‘I could fall asleep‘ he thought and stretched out on the bed, pulling malcom‘s blanket over him as he did. he was pleasantly exhausted, but then he was always exhausted those days: 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.

(he was aware, sometimes, of seeming wooden, icy, of being boring, which he recognised that here might have been considered the greater misfortune than being whatever it was he was.)“

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My Interpretation of ‘A Little Life’ characters (Hanya Yanagihara)

no you guys the a little life livestream is without a doubt a bad mental health choice for me but it’s also the only chance i have

ITA: A Little Life, Jude & Willem

Favourite Moments: this scene, the direction, the camerawork moving around them, the focus on Jude finally letting go and allowing himself to trust Willem, their hands!!! Jude’s as he hesitantly places his hands on Willem’s back, his body language opening up and letting Willem in, Willem carding his hands through Jude’s hair and gently squeezing the back of his neck, Jude’s second hand coming up to cling to Willem, taking this big step into the unknown, allowing himself to touch, to feel.

“You get used to it,” he said, and Willem shook his head... He could feel Willem sigh. “I’m not mad at you, Jude,” he said. “And I know you’re trying. I just wish you didn’t have to try; I wish this weren’t something you had to fight against so hard.“

Now it was his turn to be quiet. “Me too,” he said, at last.

The fact that I read this, makes me realize how actually you get used to that pain and it’s releasing, sort of, takes your mind from your trauma, and in time, that pain is normal...

same, judy

“He had looked at Jude, then, and had felt that same sensation he sometimes did when he thought, really thought of Jude and what his life had been: a sadness, he might have called it, but it wasn't a pitying sadness; it was a larger sadness... Life is so sad, he would think in those moments. It's so sad, and yet we all do it.”

Peony and bumblebees - FOR SALE by Miruna-Lavinia

a little life by hanya yanagihara een klein leven by ivo van hove

“Do you remember the time you told me you were afraid that you were a series of nasty surprises for me?” he asks him, and Jude nods, slightly. “You aren’t,” he tells him. “You aren’t."