Best of 2024, Part Three: Editors’ Picks
This place is all you. Thanks for that.
This place is all you. Thanks for that.
Our hope for the post calvin is that writing does not feel like shouting into the void.
It’s unfortunately easy for excellence to fall through the cracks.
There is no faking the spark when you let yourself go in the music.
I don’t care about what silly persona Spotify has assigned to you or how many new artists you listened to.
Buckle up, kids. We’ve got ourselves a monster romance.
“That must be it then,” he said, “you must be my angel.”
I’d like to stop and listen to the silence, sit with the stillness, and appreciate the winter for who she is.
Thanks to having an Alamo Drafthouse season pass, I saw a lot of movies this year (43 to be exact).
Have I mentioned yet that I love Sunday nights and that maybe I have a proprioception problem?