I just came home from hanging out with a group of amazing comedians all day. So all we did was drink and laugh and bond. As a plus, I bumped into my amazingly sweet friend and I hung out with the guy I’ve been hanging out a lot with and downed beers with him. I think I might have a crush on him (what the fuck is that right? I don’t even know how to crush). He’s hilarious, he likes sports I give a shit about, he’s a cutie, a real feminist (not the type of feminist that says he’s a feminist and does the complete opposite), he likes bands I like and more, anddddd he can get silly with me. He’s kind of great. It’s also kind of great that everyone teased him on being a closet hipster, cause it’s so true, but he was a great sport about it. Basically today was great and now I don’t want it to end.
"I want to say somewhere: I’ve tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in."
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via dieworten)