Today is the first day of autumn, and instead of dreading it, I’m going to try my best to stay hopeful.
One would think rights bequeathed by the Omnipotent Ruler of the Universe would be impervious to puny, mortal attack.
But like a towering stack of nachos, hope and excitement can only be piled so high before everything comes tumbling down.
I hope that, along with her name, I will always carry some reflection of her in me.
I’m not convinced that looter’s increased presence in my life is the result of a newly expanded horizon of awareness.
Pull those covers all the way over to your side at night. What doesn’t kill him makes him stronger.
Don’t look at me and see where I’m lacking.
I didn’t long for the suffering, but a part of me envied the certainty it seemed to produce.
At best, I’m mildly amusing. At worst, I’m lazy internet trash whose only claim to a comedy crown is stolen memes.
The question “Do you have a TikTok?” definitely sparks an interesting conversation.