Anyone can write about having their life together while they’re completely falling apart. Anyone can write about the best self-care tips while their cuticles are bleeding from gnawing on them and their hair hasn’t been brushed in days.
Patience. In an age of constant communication and instant gratification, the notion of working hard to achieve something is slowly being programmed out. Everything should be on-tap, on-demand, and around the clock.
The King of the Red Wines, Cabernet Sauvignon is bold and strong—which is why it’s perfect for cleansing your palate when you feel the bile building up upon realizing that Jason met his new girlfriend on Bumble.
I can’t express how nice it is to hear some news and be genuinely surprised, or excited, by it, rather than replying with, ‘yeah, I saw that on Facebook.’
My phone vibrated, an unknown number popped up with a text: “SWEET DREAMS.”
That he used his sleeping app to wake him up at 4:30am (optimal REM cycles achieved) and then switched to his meditation app and meditated for 90 minutes this morning. You woke up at 6am and should feel unaccomplished.
“I stumbled upon a link to a website that was a map of the world with click-able areas. When cities were clicked on, it opened up a window displaying somebody’s webcam… only it didn’t appear they were aware of it.”
Even sitting in a room by myself, I can get anxious just looking at Facebook on my computer screen. It’s like the modern-day version of social anxiety.
“We know that people are complicated and have a mixture of flaws and talents and sins. So why do we pretend that we don’t?” — Jon Ronson
“Some guy buried a corpse of someone he killed. He told the people of 4chan that whoever guesses their post number would get the coordinates to the body.”