— Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
j is on his way to his new assignment 😔
i want to be happy and at peace and that’s not selfish
rome memory: j and i visited the ukrainian hotel he used to work at. it was attached to a ukrainian church. he asked the receptionist if he could show me around so we went into the basement. some of the floor and walls were ripped up and ancient roman ruins were exposed, right under white tile floor and florescent lights…it was surreal. there was a little hair salon in the back and by little i mean the size of maybe 3 airplane bathrooms. there were two ukrainian woman and they spoke perfect italian. one was covered in mosquito bites and she was covering her face but i told her she still looked pretty and we didn’t care. then j asked if i wanted them to cut my hair but they said my hair was too beautiful and refused. it’s one of those times that seems like an odd dream now that i look back.