I think it's crazy that we can accidentally make people, but we can't accidentally make dinner. How nice would it be at the end of the day if we were like I wasn't really trying to make dinner, but uh... it's made.
i hope next year is filled with soft, pink light. i hope it tastes crisp, like mountain air and green apples. i hope you find something you didn’t know you lost. i hope you make something just for fun. i hope you look at the sky more. i hope you get at least one good surprise.
i hope next year you see some things you can’t photograph. i hope you sink into a moment and linger there. i hope someone changes your mind. i hope you eat at least one really good peach. i hope you listen to a song that knocks something loose inside of you.
Dear police, fentanyl isn’t absorbed through the skin like a television toxin nor is it airborne like a cartoon stink cloud. It’s dangerous when injected or ingested, so don’t inject it or ingest it. Wear gloves like we do for all evidence and be careful but don’t be dramatic.
When Daphne on White Lotus said "I feel sorry for men. They think they're out there doing something really important, but they're just wandering alone." That was one of the hardest bars this year.
the unexpected sound of this bridge in high winds
Verrazano-Narrows Bridge is a suspension bridge connecting Staten Island and Brooklyn, New York
This eerie groaning and moving is disconcerting but these bridges are designed to have some flexibility
https://t.co/hETvVR5met
Anyone else think it's weird that you can pay your $2,000 rent on time every month for years and your credit score won't budge, but you can download the credit company's app and they will just raise your score
My antidote for endless outrage is simple in that it’s not complex, but not easy. Walk out your damn door and go meet your neighbors. Do more good yourself instead of wishing more people would do less bad. And then, here’s the hard part: do it again tomorrow. Every tomorrow
I asked 5 how school was and she said they had to run around in a big circle in gym class but Freya started running in the other direction and mowed down half the kids so Mrs Dixon told her to sit at the side where she tried to trip them all up with a hula hoop until snack time
it’s hard work, covering all the pointy-sharps with cloud-softs. putting bubble gum over the tip of the knife. marshmallows over the thorns. crowding gummy bears across the broken glass. it feels downright silly sometimes, honestly— but the world doesn’t soften on its own.
you carry it inside you. summer. citrus. speckles of lightning. sun coating skin. air that doesn’t hurt. light that clings to sky. the melt. the glow. the tree feather chatter. the colors. the warm. don’t put it down. you may not find it again. you have to carry it inside you.
sometimes you’re in a new place for so long it’s no longer new, but it’s still not home. but home still finds you in your dreams and curls it’s warm light around you. home is stubborn, like a child, or a shard of glitter clinging to your palm. refusing to let go of your hand.