Let’s Marvin Gaye, Charlie

I’ve got a crush on Charlie Puth.

Oh, Charlie, you’ve got the healing that I want.



The new vocab I learned today: euthanasia. This is not the first time The New Yorker’s articles made me cry. Rachel Aviv’s The Death Treatment, subtitled ‘When should people with a non-terminal illness be helped to die?’, had stirred me to tears. I ended my Saturday night in my new armchair, moved and thought of…

Words, words, words

Delirious, delirium–new words I learn from reading Márquez’s Love in the Time of Cholera. There are also illicit (illicit love), clandestine, erogenous zones, adventurism, and orgasmic delight.