bej's

books are so beautiful; each page tells a story, literally and figuratively.  the bent corners and loose pages, the stains and waviness of pages once wet; they’re all indications as to what type of people have read the book.  they tell us where the book has been and let us simply imagine what it was doing there.  the words tell a story too obviously, but i often wonder how that’s the only story people pay attention to.

hit the deck HIT THE DEEEECK

ah yes, my favourite foreign language feel, “I know what all of those words mean individually but not together like that”

not to forget its twin “i know (roughly) what you’re saying, but what are those words?”

Except now I’m 26

people are always like “are you a morning person or a night person” and I’m just like buddy I’m barely even a person