I put on my robe and wizard hat. Expect to see: stuff related to the shows I currently watch or movies I just watched; celebrities and fictional characters I'm currently crushing on; stuff I found neat for some reason. I try not to reblog stuff so much, but I often fail horribly.
Am I in love? — Yes, since I’m waiting.” The other never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game: whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: “I am the one who waits.
Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse (via bookmania)