6:41PM: tonight felt like… midnight in paris
6:42 PM: i went for a stroll through this old-looking part of berlin
kinda like where we went
looking like its out of the 20s
6:43 PM: i so wished for a car filled with hemingways and picassos
6:45 PM: so we’re both dreamers tonight
6:47 PM: shit
i forgot the wine
you feel warm and kind of wonderful. and then the next thing you know, it’s a problem, and you’re isolated.
"i actually slept with a guy because he rolled his own cigarettes”.
yeah, that gets me going too.
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary on the day his wife died.
i wonder if there is a place where nothing hurts and nobody feels much of anything.