Just finished Martyr by Kevah. Went in curious, came out emotionally confused and slightly wiser. Didn’t expect to relate to a book this hard. Kevon, I don’t know what you’re on, but it’s working.
My gym only plays Michael Jackson during my workouts. I still dance. Even after the documentary. So now every deadlift comes with a side of shame... and a moonwalk. I might be a bad person. Or just really consistent with bad choices and good playlists.
Found these two emotionally complex marshmallows on the street.
one looks like she’s writing a breakup album in her head.
The other probably runs a secret underground cat mafia.
Both: 10/10 would steal your snacks and your heart.
Logged into Twitter after years and it’s all LinkedIn refugees. Bring back the funny guys. Bring back the weirdos. Bring back the humans who could make us cry-laugh in 160 characters.
Stoner by John Williams wrecked me. Nothing "happens" and yet everything does. It's about solitude, quiet pain, the ache of being human. It sneaks up on you, then breaks your heart in stillness. One of the most deeply felt books I’ve ever read.
How do you master a horse you've never ridden before?
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