I love books. I like to looks at books, whether they’re sitting in piles, or thrown away on a chair, torn apart, under the bed, on a beach, I really think that books are the most beautiful objects in our lives. Inside and out. I never had the money to buy all the books that I wanted, nor had I the time to read them all. I love libraries, the smell of old books and the smell of new books. I like starting books, reading a few pages, knowing I will love that book and see there are still hundreds of pages to read. That feeling is amazing.
I love „bad” weather. From a slight fog and light rain to blizzards and hurricanes. I love to see the weather getting all crazy and showing us how little control we have. And I hate people who complain about weather, who call it „ugly” and „bad”. There’s no BAD weather.
I love trains and airplanes (even if travelling by them gets me very anxious). But I love them. Oh how impersonal they are, just moving us from here to there, not caring about our feelings. Always going, no matter what. With or without you, baby, I’m going places. You ‘coming or what? No? Fuck you, I’m going!
I really, really love cats. And wolves. And owls.
nopti in mintea mea 
