yes mich lives in the desert
Hey I live a two minute walk from the beach leave me alone
So weird how we’re only an hour away
And it’s a whole continent
Tis true
World be weird
Whaaat
That’s close to our winter sunrise
Sun rises at like 5:30 here
Fr 6:30 is so late
Tho I’m asleep at both so fck it
I remember my grandma used to wake up at 5 and finish all the chores in summer
Because it was daylight by then
Early birds confuse me
two minutes is a stretchhhh
no fr theres like an abyss between yall like
what happened to
kazahkstan
turkey
aerbaijan?
our winter sunrise is like 7:30 lowkey
LMFAO
queen
just finished giovanni’s room and that book broke me , God I hate David so much but I can understand him
also he gave me inspiration for writing Emilio
So weird
I swear to god
LIKE
Summary
Americans should never come to Europe. It means they never can be happy again. What’s the good of an American who isn’t happy? Happiness was all we had.
Tell me,’ he said, 'what is this thing about time? Why is it better to be late than early? People are always saying, we must wait, we must wait. What are they waiting for?’
'Well,’ I said, feeling myself being led by Giovanni into deep and dangerous water, 'I guess people wait in order to make sure of what they feel.’
'In order to make sure!’ He turned again to that invisible ally and laughed again. I was beginning, perhaps, to find his phantom a little unnerving but the sound of his laughter in that airless tunnel was the most incredible sound. 'It’s clear that you are a true philosopher.’ He pointed a finger at my heart. 'And when you have waited—has it made you sure?”
If you cannot love me, I will die. Before you came I wanted to die, I have told you many times. It is cruel to have made me want to live only to make my death more bloody.”
one day ill weep for this. one of these days ill start to cry
I had thought of suicide when I was much younger, as possibly, we all have, but then it would have been for revenge, it would have been my way of informing the world how awfully it had made my suffer
He smiled, “Why, you will go home and then you will find that home is not home anymore. Then you will really be in trouble. As long as you stay here, you can always think: One day I will go home.” He played with my thumb and grinned. “N’est-ce pas?”
“Beautiful logic,” I said. “You mean I have a home to go to as long as I don’t go there?”
He laughed. "Well, isn’t it true? You don’t have a home unless you leave it
AHH thiw book made me cry towards the end, I love the way james baldwin writes
i have to read his other books now
he writes so clean