The National Used to Be My Favorite Band
I hope you know how much it pains me to refrain from editing this journal entry. My sincere apologies.
I hope you know how much it pains me to refrain from editing this journal entry. My sincere apologies.
I like to eat yummy food. The Swedish Chef could make me yummy food.
Even after you’re determined to start loving yourself, the world will still echo the same questions and judgements you’ve been using to crush yourself.
A trickle becomes a torrent; a drop in a bucket becomes a catastrophic flood.
What should we do with good art made by bad people?
It is impossibly easy to spot the darkness.
Down in our backyard, lying next to our bushes, was a bird on their back, legs twitching.
Now here I was, sweating after a kick to the face, wondering if Gina knew she kicked off of my skull instead of the wall.
Luck doesn’t prove virtue.
How does one make her sister feel loved when their parents have set the bar so high?