I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.
But none of them realized as Dalí did that dreams are actually not indistinct and misty and floaty. They happen in the middle of the afternoon. Crystal clear. …And dreams don’t have a subtext. You don’t think in a dream. The most unusual stuff happens in the most unusal way. All in broad daylight with no shade.
People that like to read are always a little fucked up.
I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life.
i'm going to get my life together and read classic novels and drink green tea and eat really healthy and wear cute outfits and make interesting artwork and spend lots of time outside. i'm going to start biking everywhere and walking and listening to lots of new indie bands that i've always wanted to listen to and take bubble baths and my life is just going to be amazing.
well. today i think i'm going to watch netflix in my pjs and eat ice cream. and if i'm feeling really productive i might shower.