*today I read the Fault in Our Stars*
Every time I read a good, sad book I feel heavier, like I got a little closer to six feet under. And I know it’s true because we’re all dying with the passing of time, but it feels like it matters more at the end of a good, sad book.
Maybe I’m just now laden with words.
Maybe our lives are measured in the number of words we’re allotted, like spiders only have a certain amount of web they can use. But, I feel like if that’s the case, reading should give us more words, not less.
It may look like a mess, but that’s just what a studio/bedroom/gear-storage space is, and that’s just the way I like it.
All of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie’s adopted babies are going to be like “Why am I not genetically related to you!?” when they grow up.
“Every girl is expected to have caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama and doll tits.
The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes. Everyone else is struggling.”
- Tina Fey
She knows all! Now time to read her book, Bossypants
This is such a good combination! It’s a wild Friday night here in Virginia:) All I need is a hot drink! (is there something wrong with me for not saying hot date? …nah)
The perfect accompaniment to a good book.