gratuitous personal update that no one will read
- I started seeing a therapist today. She’s laid back and open-minded and she told me it’s okay to be sad and have to call my friends crying. Bonus! I can actually afford her.
- I made a craigslist for my future roommate. So far I have 8 hits and 4 of them are definite possibilities. It’s only been up for 7 hours. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
- I’m almost done re-doing and expanding all my character bios, which means I’m one step closer to starting an official first draft of my novel. Which means…
- Please do let me know if you’d be interested in giving me any sort of feedback.
I’m having a good day, and I felt the need to record it somehow.
Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television; solitude is herb tea and soft music. Solitude, quality solitude, is an assertion of self-worth, because only in the stillness can we hear the truth of our own unique voices.Pearl Cleage (via lovemagicandrevolution)
Addiction is tricky. For example: a man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator with a man smoking a cigarette. He gave in.(via cumpressing)
What I’m trying to say is I think I love you again.
“When I get a little money I buy books; and if any is left I buy food and clothes” - Erasmus
Like money, books must be kept in constant circulation. Lend and borrow to the maximum of both books and money! But especially books, for books represent infinitely more than money.Henry Miller (via wordpainting)
Inspired by Worthington Libraries: Blind Date with a Book!
We started with ~40 books. Two hours later, all but four had found homes with library patrons (sorry, Flush, Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, Persepolis, and The ThingsThey Carried, they don’t know what they’re missing).
that’s the best it ever was #cappuccino #latteart (at Miel Patisserie)
Missing these guys right now😔
Clarity (Acoustic Version) - Zedd ft. Foxes
You are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don’t know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?