I keep thinking about how my friends are real-life heroes.
Even when their own lives are relatively stable, they’re still carrying fear and grief for people they don’t know.
That compassion is the reason I know we’ll eventually get through this. The world needs your light now more than ever, pals.
Nothing screams 35 like getting rid of a collection of flasks-disguised-as-sunscreen-bottles to make more shelf space for supplements. RIP youth 🪦
It always feels like all the wrong people die, but I think it’s because there are far more beloved people than there are bastards.
Text from the Auld Lang Syne essay in John Green’s “The Anthropocene Reviewed.”
We’re here because we’re here because we’re here because we’re here. 💙
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Jimmy Kimmel immediately using his reinstated platform to exemplify “a grown adult man having visible emotions without apologizing for them” is making me more of a fan than his comedy work ever did.
Are you worried about the mysterious statues appearing? 👀
Everything sucks, but on my walk over the bridge tonight after dinner, every single person I encountered stopped to enthusiastically take a picture of this rainbow.
My scary cool friends @craiggors.bsky.social and @melmoy.bsky.social kindly invited me back to ask them more dumb questions about horror films.
Writing is fine. It's literally the most embarrassing thing on earth to put yourself on full display for rejection or validation, but it's fine. I enjoy it. I find it therapeutic to set myself on fire.
Does The Dog Die is the most important website there is. 😥
If you don’t notice or think about a system, it’s because it’s working.
I bought and ate this a good 5 months ago, but honestly if I get taken out by a chocolate bar I’d consider that a win at this point.
Okay for real, guys, who is writing the romantic drama based on the two astronauts who got trapped in space for nine months?? It’s like I have to do literally everything around here.
“I know the world will survive us, and in some ways it will be more alive. More birdsong. More creatures roaming around. More plants cracking through our pavement, rewilding the planet we terraformed. I imagine coyotes sleeping in the ruins of the homes we built. I imagine our plastic still washing up on beaches hundreds of years after the last of us is gone. I imagine moths, having no artificial lights towards which to fly, turning back to the moon.”
It might seem morbid to some, but on days like this I find a lot of comfort in @johngreensbluesky.bsky.social’s words from The Anthropocene Reviewed. The world will survive us.
Nothing like three (3) different kinds of snacking cheese after an annoying work day. I highly recommend the mini brie bites from Trader Joe’s.
I hate when you’re just vibing on pure dopamine hits and no thoughts from Lady Gaga’s new album and then she crashes through that haze with a lyric like “I taste the last words that you spoke to me like wine.” 🙄
You know you’re on the verge of a complete and total crisis when you start getting that GOOD good satire. 👌👌
Any excuse to gush about how cool my friends are, I will be taking. Happy Valentine’s Day! 🫶
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Welcome back polio, I guess
There is so much right now. You can't do everything. But you don't have to. There are a lot of us and we are going to share the load. We make progress *together*.
Ask yourself honestly: what can I do to help TODAY? Then do it. Tomorrow, try to do a little more.
You got this. ❤️👊
The health and safety of all Americans depend on leadership that prioritizes facts, science, and public trust – qualities Robert Kennedy Jr. doesn't carry. I just contacted my senators and urged them to oppose RFK Jr.'s nomination to lead HHS. app.sosha.ai/s/247HzyZT
Birthdays are a good time to think existential thoughts.
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“I’m aware that I and the people I love may perish in the morning. I know that. But there’s light on our faces now.” 💙
I wanna rock and roll 2 hours tops and party maybe every 14 days
This is still my advice: Become a writer anyway. Fuck it, do it, it won't save you, but it's still a beautiful dream to write novels and short stories and poems and mingle with other dreamers and make art and laugh in the face of death. And writing is constant death. Live más.
Godspeed, sir 🫡
A small joy from this week is that someone introduced me to a type of cheese I hadn’t tried yet. I didn’t think this was still possible, but FYI, bread cheese is out there and it slaps.
