Autumn used to feel like an open door. Now it just feels like a closing window.
It’s probably because you’re an asshole. But why not obsess over it anyway?
At this point, it’s replaced supercalifragilisticexpialidocious as the word to say when you don’t know what the hell to do.
In which I manage to discuss nostalgia while only making one pop culture reference.
The mind is like a roiling storm. Or something.
Some call it an “almost-relationship.” Some call it the new normal. I call bullshit.
Really, it’s one of those “you’ll know it when you see it” kind of things. But everyone likes reductionist internet lists!
Drama. Comedy. A protagonist who refuses to use logic or reason to solve her problems. It’s not primetime television; it’s my life.
Rome wasn’t built in a day, and addiction doesn’t ruin your life overnight.