yesterday
the rain tried to imitate my hands
by running down your body
i ripped the sky apart for allowing it

- jealousy

Currently reading 🥸

This is me walking my dogs. 🙈
Some days I just want to go to my favourite spot in the woods and let my dogs run around while I enjoy some sunshine and a book. After a while I usually get up and walk, eyes still on my book, just as Elizabeth Bennet did, in Pride and Prejudice.

I‘ve been feeling lonely for a while now. So I decided to google “books about loneliness”, you know, like everyone does and see what I find. ‘The Lonely City” was one of the books that came up so I‘m giving it a chance 🤷‍♀️

As years passed, I realized that my expertise in hiding had an unintended side effect: it rendered even myself clueless as to who I was.

49% done and shit just got real. Up until now I thought the book wasn‘t that scary. Boy, was I wrong!
I usually read right before bed, so I guess I should expect some nightmares for the next couple of nights 🙈🙈

there isn‘t nobody that can live a natural life without having a few bad dreams

Apparently I need instructions 🤷‍♀️

If you don‘t get out there and define yourself, you‘ll be quickly and inaccurately defined by others.

I can read books like I‘m in vacation but how I miss the summer, warmth and chill vibes of summer.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

I am still reading this. It is taking me too long to finish this! Well then books for breakfast it is!

Finally had the chance to read this!

I gotta say, it has taken me more than a month to complete 57% of this book. If only I wasn't so stubborn... I probably would have already given up on this book.

Every man's island, Jean Louise, every man's watchman, is his conscience. There is no such thing as collective conscious.