update: still sick, still want to die because I’m sick, still can’t enjoy chocolate because I’m sick
Mastbos, Breda, Netherlands.
Photography by Sonja Krzeminski
I live in two worlds. One is a world of books. I’ve been a resident of Faulkner’s Yoknapatawpha County, hunted the white whale aboard the Pequod, fought alongside Napoleon, sailed a raft with Huck and Jim, committed absurdities with Ignatius J. Reilly, rode a sad train with Anna Karenina, and strolled down Swann’s Way.
Rory Gilmore + books
Types of people who romanticize small town life:
- People who didn’t grow up in small towns
#THE LOCALS AREN’T QUIRKY#THEY’RE RACIST
#THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
#EVERYONE’S ON DRUGS
so for about the last two weeks I’ve only been getting about 2-6 hours of sleep every night and I constantly wake up during the little bit of sleep I have been getting and I’m getting real sick of this shit