"So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being."

― Jack Kerouac

 

 

sacrosanct, adj.

The nape of your neck. Even the sound of the word nape sounds holy to me. That and the hollow of your neck, the peek of your chest that your shirt sometimes reveals. These are the stations of my quietest, most insistent desire.

― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary

 

non sequitur, n.

This is what it sounds like when doves cry.

― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary

 

 

livid, adj.

Fuck you for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The same person who thought, oops, he’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Fuck you. This isn’t about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary

 

“ You are meant to fight. When you are sick, your body fights for its right to function. When you hold your breath, your body fights for its right to breathe. There are billions of tiny events—from the surface of your skin, down to the very cells of your body—that have to happen in order for you to be simply sitting here today. If your most minuscule parts haven’t given up yet,



Why should you?



— n.t.

 

 

Back in January I accompanied my friend to his company's holiday dinner at the Graves Hotel in Downtown. I did this last year as well. The food that was catered at this year's event was not very good compared to last year. The steak I ordered was flavorless and not very tender. The dessert options were too sweet for me so I just drank tea. Here are some pictures:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The next morning we met up with my sister at Patisserie 46, which is one of my favorite place to get a cup of cappuccino, possibly brunch and decadent desserts.