Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
➸ 05.16.2017 | 001/100 Days of Productivity | I’m 20 years old and a book nerd, and yet … I have never read Harry Potter (preposterous!, I know). As of two days ago, I asked my sister to borrow her books, and here I am now, half way through The Chamber of Secrets 💫
After being locked inside today because of the snow storm I decided to paint. I picked random pictures on google and whipped out my old watercolor paint and I have to say it was a lot of fun. I haven’t touched my phone in hours.
“want and need were words that got eaten smaller and smaller: freedom, autonomy, a perennial bank balance, a stainless-steel condo in a dustless city, a silky black car, to make out with blue, eight hours of sleep, a cell phone, a bed, to kiss blue just once, a blister-less heel, bacon for breakfast, to hold blue’s hand, one hour of sleep, toilet paper, deodorant, a soda, a minute to close his eyes.”