It's 5 in the morning... It's all calm and quiet... Listening to Pink Floyd. Looking for the shine underneath the rust... It's my time of the night, a bit too late for anybody to be around with me, and a bit too early for me to go to bed... Maybe a bit lonely, but it does not feel bad... It feels comforting...

A few days ago I had a revelation while buying a strawberry and bananas juice. Happiness is being able to choose your straw. Your purple straw. Even if you get a smoothie instead of a juice, and you walk away thinking about how you don't like smoothies and how you're probably going to get pneumonia and die, but at least you have a purple straw...

I can think of one appropriate quote for now:
Blaire: "My class is in the morning", smirks at me: "That is the time before the afternoon, Andreea"





I was walking down the street when this man hammering on his roof called me a paranoid little freak... In Morse code. (Emo Phillips)