Even if you go out of your way to recycle soft plastics, they will still end up in the bin, just not yours. Recycling is just a coping mechanism for people who stare down the abyss that is climate change and act like they haven’t been part of the problem.
When you see a bug on the wall, you should escort it outside. You might think, they live around me anyways, and they’re all over the house. The only difference is I usually don’t see them. But you should ask someone to evacuate it regardless.
You’re supposed to have backups for lots of things, including machinations your friends don’t even know about that u may or may not get to reveal later
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One of the most tragic things about life is not being able to fully do the thing in the amount of time you’d prefer to do it. Like if I camp in a car with my friends and then wake up before them and it’s sunrise and I walk close enough to the ocean that the waves spray my knees, I want to maximize that experience, you know? I want to offer my absolute attention so that I can be transformed.
I take a picture. I say, “a picture cannot capture such a thing.” Someone in my head says: “a cliche” but we know I will still say it all the time because my statement is true and I can’t describe it any other way. I like that it’s a cliche because all cliches are true.
If I can’t bathe myself in this moment then what is it but yet another gorgeous setting and convergence all wasted on me? I, who was blessed enough to witness such a thing.
The excess beauty goes down the drain. We worry that it isn’t safe to have a vessel of experiences held by just one person.
Us battling as characters in an old-school arcade game where I can kick him in his 2-bit stomach over and over again
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This morning I wanted to cry so badly, I was frustrated and felt a swell of emotion. But if I did, I would worry my friend sitting across from me and it would take so long to stop her pity.
The feeling of wanting to cry left me shortly after. I wonder where it went
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I am trying to figure out if I am a gossip
Or if I just like dissecting social dynamics with my peers
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Silently in the car on the way back
Both of us with new haircuts.
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