how the fuck should i know?

Boris—leaning back on his hands, face turned to the sky— was singing to himself in Polish.

Wszystkie dzieci, nawet źle, 

pogrążone są we śnie, 

a Ty jedna tylko nie.  

A-a-a, a-a-a, 

theo decker/boris pavlikovsky (the goldfinch) 3k. G. missin these two😔

tagging a few friends who might be interested: @oakesfegleys, @singt0me, @avocadoapocalypse, @donnatarttsbitch.

One day, Theo thinks, he’ll wake up and Boris won’t be there in the frigid air next to him; the sheets, so often tangled around his legs, will be loose and sliding to the floor. Theo will look out the window and see Boris on the horizon, just a shimmering mirage in the distant on the dusty road to nowhere. The thought hurts, not because Boris would be leaving, but because Theo wouldn’t be with him.

Which is stupid, honestly. Wherever Boris goes, Theo is going. Why wouldn’t he? And besides, Boris would never leave without him.