el sueño de la razón produce monstruos.

22. new haven.

Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi.
Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs.

Existence. Well, what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.

“… some bookstores, such as Brooklyn’s WORD, have a dating board, with anonymously-written index cards stuck into cork, each note expressing their paper-y needs: must love Nabokov, or detective novels, or villanelles.”

—Finding love in bookstores: an eyewitness account. - By Emma Straub - Slate Magazine (via birdouncedboughs)