"So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth."
I really haven't been working hard enough. Instead, I have been climbing trees under the stars...
...punting along here...
...dressing up to feast on Chinese and go out dancing, listening to The Format's acoustic 'She Doesn't Get It' with the cows by Mill Pond, theologising in the Deer Park at Peterhouse over roast potatoes and ice cream, and dropping in on friends for tea and cake.
"I love you.
Does the blossom study her day of life?
Is the butterfly vexed with an hour of soul?
I had rather a rose than live forever."
As my friend put it, "doesn't the sky in Cambridge seem a much brighter blue than anywhere else?" The glorious arrival of summer has got me daydreaming of the perfect summer clothes to enjoy it in - of course, my fabulous black jumpsuit is already proving very useful:
What is your partial vice?
*Sigh.* One of my new favourite quotes:
"It was something else. What? I don’t know, exactly. She seemed to be inside something, inside herself, as if all that beauty had been made in her as this big hall full of chandeliers and marble fireplaces—beautiful but empty. And she’d been dropped down in the middle of it and had spent too many years wandering around in it, her footsteps just echoing inside herself, wondering if anyone else was there, wondering how she’d got there, telling herself that if she had to be alone in there, at least she had interesting things to look at. Only she didn’t want to be alone in there, and since she was never going to find her way out, someone would have to find his way in. I knew all of that, and it took about ten seconds to figure it out. And it took another ten to figure out that I wanted to be the one to push open those heavy doors and wander those empty halls calling her name until I found her. But how do you do that when you aren’t really in a great hall but only a bookstore, and you don’t even know her name...?"