Yesterday after a rough morning at work I went to Anthropologie on my lunch break for a change of scenery, and walked out with 3 new books. Oops. For whatever reason, I feel a lot less guilty about emotional splurging when I come out with an armload of books, as opposed to clothes! Is that weird?
You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it. - The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)