I read, I ramble, occasionally I write. (Not that you'll get to see that...)
n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.
Today’s the anniversary of the day Prohibition was repealed!
So, drinks all around, Yes/yes?
sometimes i feel like my life is like ‘snakes on a plane’ except instead of snakes, it is straight people and instead of planes it is everywhere