I want to hug you again, hug you into a puddle, hug you into a tear, hug you into a gravity missile, hug you into a biscuit, hug you into a pile of cake crumbs on the kitchen floor.
Earlier this year, after finally listening to the advice of my wiser friends, I spent some time experimenting with the Pomodoro technique.
Wow, Tumblr is weird.
Technology follows you wherever you go. GREEN DOT takes this to a whole new level.
One year and 23 days ago, I sat on a hill in Austin, TX and wrote a two sentence poem down in a journal.
Because that’s what happens when you allow others to dictate your worth — it will kill you.
We now live in the freest culture that has ever existed in the history-of-ever—almost to the point where I hesitate to even call it a “culture” when comparing it to the rest of history.
It seemed like a basic premise.
Is a Walgreens across the street from every Rite Aid, a Dunkin’ Donuts facing every Starbucks in any way necessary? Not in the least, but that is what the logic of choice demands.
I reached out for help, and he ignored it. Funny, I think. He told me he was an asshole. Should have believed it.