( get to know me ) favourite relationship ⇨ theo decker & boris pavlikovsky
❝ It was just about drowsy air-conditioned afternoons, lazy and drunk, blinds closed against the glare, empty sugar packets and dried-up orange peels strewn on the carpet, Dear Prudence from the White Album (which Boris adored) or else the same mournful old Radiohead over and over:
For a minute there I lost myself, I lost myself…
The glue we sniffed came on with a dark, mechanical roar, like the windy rush of propellers: engines on! We fell back on the bed into darkness, like sky divers tumbling backwards out of a plane, although — that high, that far gone — you had to be careful with the bag over your face or else you were picking dried blobs of glue out of your hair and off the end of your nose when you came to. Exhausted sleep, spine to spine in dirty sheets that smelled of cigarette ash and dog, Popchik belly-up and snoring, subliminal whispers in the air blowing from the wall vents if you listened hard enough. Whole months passed where the wind never stopped, blown sand rattling against the windows, the surface of the swimming pool wrinkled and sinister-looking. Strong tea in the mornings, stolen chocolate, Boris yanking my hair by the handful and kicking me in the ribs. Wake Up, Potter. Rise and Shine. ❞
[insp] [dedicate to bpavlikovsky~ cause tara helped me with the quote and (most important) she adores the goldfinch and boris and theo as much as i do, and it’s a pleasure to talk with her ♡]