“I had told Louise to put Big in a place where I would never have to hear from him again.
As soon as I typed in “love”, there he was. And because Big still didn’t have the words, he retyped a love letter from Beethoven. And Lord Byron. And John Keats. And Voltaire. There they were, the love letters of great men, volume one. Plus one more written by John James Preston.” -Carrie Bradshaw
at 5am you either feel like you can rule the world or like you’ve just been run over by a truck there is no inbetween