When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him. After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry. When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears.
Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life, you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again and wonder why you ever stopped.
“Building a library is the sanest form of hoarding.”—Quote from my mother, after I expressed concerns that I was purchasing too many books and would shortly be buried under them and die (via partyatgatsbyshouse)