People without hope not only don’t write novels, but what is more to the point, they don’t read them. They don’t take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage. The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience. The lady that only read books that improved her mind was taking a safe course—and a hopeless one. She’ll never know whether her mind is improved or not, but should she ever, by some mistake, read a great novel, she’ll know mighty well that something is happening to her.
Lana Del Rey - Prom Song (Gone Wrong)
So I’m sitting here with some frozen food, a Calpico lychee drink, and a cookie I put in the fridge yesterday (what? yes.). Finals. It’s not beautiful.