we become the stories we tell ourselves

“There’s just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives
seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us
everything we’ve ever imagined.”


I feel so proud when friends tell me their parents like me. Like damn right they do, I am a delight.


"no i don’t like disney it’s for kids" you need to bibbity bobbity back the fuck up out of my life


Ten years. More beard. More white hair. It feels good.