Day 135, back to school after long weekend, one of my best friend’s birthday, chill half day, after school shopping, psych tests, let’s get it running again.

GW colonial students day, meeting fellow admittees, engineering is about to be my life, hopefully, no definetly, college will be amazing, so many dimes, long car rides, getting gear, something new

Well no blazing today, 420 Easter, had to meet an old friend who’s better, getting ready for a dc trip, sleeping over a school night, in my dreams movie, I really get angry at myself.

Full squad at the institute, learning about computers and technology, I guess it’s a win and a loss at the same time, division 1, just distracting myself

Aureliano not only understood by then, he also lived his brother’s experiences as something of his own, for on one occasion when the latter was explaining in great detail the mechanisms of love, he interrupted him to ask:

‘What does is feel like?’

Jose Arcadio gave him an immediate reply:

‘It’s like an earthquake.’

Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via lifeinpoetry)

Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via bathcrone)