I literally feel cursed with the knowledge of what love feels like and i wish to be rid of it. It's like i asked to take a bite from the apple of life and i got a rotten one. Release me. I want to do a computer desk job and live in ignorant bliss

All the love I've had and lost has been so I could understand James baldwin novels better

Finished reading Another country by James baldwin finally and i had never read with such bated breath before. And i may have cried more than a few times. I don't know how he does it, who writes like this

This weekend i'm gonna dye my hair a shade lighter, get new glasses so i can start wearing them everyday, and go see The invite. I'll buy a new book (Murakami's The wind-up bird chronicle) and not think about the horrors