Wear a trench coat when it drizzles or is April.
As a traveler, where I’ve been isn’t half as important as where I’m going.
Whenever they write history books, it’s a miraculous coincidence that the bad guys always wind up losing. And what’s ironic is that by definition, those who win wars are not those with the best morals or the loftiest ideology, but those who are the better killers.
I think I really loved it though. Us. The idea that we would actually make it. The idea that maybe, just maybe, you’d be the one to make my sadness disappear. The idea that I could love someone.
You’re just a totally normal and fully functioning employee of this office, who also happens to have six different beverages on your desk. That doesn’t mean you’re not cool!
I am actually very stupid.
I don’t think a lot of people understand how exhausting it is to always pretend that you don’t care about anything. Feel bad for me.
Before we became Real Friends, we’d sit around his living room and he would talk about his ex-girlfriend (the one he was still in love with) and he would never use her name (although I knew what it was). He’d always just say “her.”
Now I’m in this cab because I didn’t tell anyone I was going to leave and the driver won’t stop asking me if it’s legal/moral for ambulance drivers to turn on their sirens if they’re just bored in traffic because he thinks there’s no way there are that many emergencies happening at once in Manhattan, and I’m watching people walk around and wondering if I will ever figure it out.
Having a crush on someone. ALSO someone having a crush on me. Crushes in general.