April 2012
“I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via bookoasis)
My mom just ruined what couldve been and epically chill night
And I love the way the rain falls on my face.
I love the rain.
I love the rain.
I love its comfort.
I love its smell.
I love the way lights look through the blurred windows.
I love the way the roads are paved with shine and the sidewalks gleam.
March 2012
Scar Tissue
Red Hot Chili Peppers
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