December 2011
Jose Arcadio Buendia: What day is it today?
Aureliano: Tuesday.
Jose Arcadio Buendia: I was thinking the same thing, but suddenly I realized that it's still Monday, like yesterday. Look at the sky, look at the walls, look at the begonias. Today is Monday, too.
“Thus they went on living in a reality that was slipping away, momentarily...”
– Gabriel Garcia Marquez, 100 Years of Solitude. (via survivelearndream)
the Man’s mother, lets call her misses Man, gave me a bottle of wine. Its black and shaped like a cat and she said its sweet. Who would assume white wine would come out of a black cat bottle?
Third world problems: I only like red.
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