read the word challenging more than four times in your head and I swear you won't even know what word you're reading anymore and yeah that's the most intellectual insight I've come up with today
the great thing about wearing super expensive super comfy underwear is that every goddamn thing can go wrong in your day but you can still fall back on the fact that you're wearing a fantastic pair of underwear
remember when we used google docs/microsoft word as a way to print concrete sheets of paper out with words on it not just a place to dump all our thoughts in and leave floating in the ether
it's been 27 goddamn years of this human shit and my brain still refuses to have any amount of clarity, creative or logical, until 3am sharp and after that ideas are infuriatingly available and annoyingly accessible
the deliciously satisfying ironyπ€πΎ of sitting directly next to a lady on the train who is editing an essay about how god made her a woman and god also made adam a man while I shamelessly write a ragingly passionate gay sex scene
art museum-worthy. the murky, gray clouds serve as the perfect backdrop, swirling almost hypnotically, letting the occasional tiny rain drop escape.
not more than a few moments later, I watch that same rain drop splatter against the gray, textured pavement.
"wow." the word comes out quietly, involuntarily. "when did the ginkgo trees turn yellow?" I breathe, my steps slowing in a real effort to become one with the scenery.
the pitter-patter of the rain drops increases in intensity, completing the autumnal picture, making it truly