“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Magnetism”
you know you’re really lazy when you get excited about cancelled plans.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via cityyandcolour)
My trowel was anointed during my last class in archaeological theory with soil from Giza and Pecos. “Dig Straight Walls” he said as he pushed the soil-laden trowel to my forehead.
… or rather shows up at twelve thirty in the morning because I had told him I was going to have a mental breakdown over school then proceeded to fall asleep on my couch with all the lights on. I thought my “1:12 a.m. night nap” alarm was waking me up. Instead it was a phone call asking me to come open the door because there was a sketchy raccoon outside.