Pretty sure when I was in high school I promised myself that I would learn to study for university and figure out how to not leave everything until the night before.
Well. That hasn’t happened yet.
This, exactly this.
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
—Jonathan Safran Foer (via unpunk)