Pellish Decker

The Goldfinch is great. Fight me. But dont I'm pretty weak. Discord : PellishDecker#6583. Add me, please show me yourself.

[Pellish Decker @pel_dani]

o o p.

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“Mommy?” he called, and—at the indistinct reply—opened the door a crack. “I’ve got a guest for you. You’ll never guess who I found on the street.…”

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“Ha!” He put the pan down on the floor for the dog to finish off. “Likely you will end up in jail, Potter. Loose morals, slave to the economy. Very bad citizen, you.”

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Of the three empty rooms upstairs I’d chosen the largest, which like a hotel room had its own tiny bathroom to the side.

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Vacant faces. The classroom was hot and drowsy in the late afternoon, windows open, traffic noises floating up from West End Avenue. Kids leaned on their elbows and drew pictures in the margins of their spiral notebooks.

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“God.” Platt pushed himself back from the table very suddenly. “I was always so hateful to Andy. An absolute bastard.”

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"And your point is-?"
"My point is like, democracy is excuse for any fucking thing. Violence... greed... stupidity... anything is ok if Americans do it. Right? Am I right?"
"You really can't shut up", can you?"

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“He’s a lawyer,” he said, on an out breath. “Your mother’s lawyer. He needs to make arrangements to wire this amount of money—” my eyes popped at the sum he was pointing to, $65,000—“into this account”

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Your descriptions of the desert—that oceanic, endless glare—are terrible but also very beautiful. Maybe there’s something to be said for the rawness and emptiness of it all.

[🐺🌙Crow/Mogz🌙🐺 @MAIMEDW0LF]

@homestuck Plz....nepeta.....plz

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“Who cares? If he is good to you? None of us ever find enough kindness in the world, do we?”

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Or—like Boris—is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?

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“Sure—I did plenty of stupid things. Stupider than you! But me,” he said, toying with a cigarette, “I was trying to have fun and be happy. You wanted to be dead. It’s different.”

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His name was Boris. Somehow we found ourselves standing together in the crowd that was waiting for the bus after school that day.

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She liked to call her friend Courtney and “vent,” and a lot of her venting, unfortunately, was on the subject of me.

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In Vegas—especially after Boris had taken up with Kotku—I’d never gotten used to the sadness of having to scrabble around to feed myself at night, sitting on the side of my bed with a bag of potato chips or maybe a dried-up container of rice left over from my dad’s carry out.

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Most people seemed satisfied with the thin decorative glaze and the artful stage lighting that, sometimes, made the bedrock atrocity of the human predicament look somewhat more mysterious or less abhorrent.

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And besides (I told myself) wasn’t it time to Move Forward, Let Go, turn from the garden that was locked to me? Live In The Present, Focus On The Now instead of grieving for what I could never have?

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There was an abandoned playground where we bought sodas and melted candy bars from the dwindling stock in the vending machines, sat around outside on the swings, smoking and talking.

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During the next week, everyone noticed that my appetite had improved, even Toddy. “Are you done with your hunger strike?” he asked me curiously, one morning.