I’m sick of looking at my shadow and thinking about my body and I’m tired of you looking at it.
Sometimes we do this thing where we DARE to write about our feelings and then publish it somewhere. I know, THE AUDACITY of those Millennials, right? We clearly missed the memo that all writers didn’t start publishing personal work till they hit 30 and that we should spend our 20s just writing pieces about eskimos and World War 1.
This happens with everyone. It is inevitable. Once, I was lucky and I could love you turned into I love you. Once, I was unlucky and I could love you turned into I hate you.
Rappers are starting to sound less like they’re bragging and more like they’re listing their tax write offs.
A master of his craft, Rakoff always knew just the right amount of risibility needed to bring balance to life’s unpleasant, and oftentimes harsh, realities “I had a tumor. But it was great.”How brilliant is that?