I love that the first people the Statue of liberty invites are the tired. Is it only tired? Can the exhausted and burnt out come too?
What are we even saving daylight for?
Just because I believe in something doesn’t mean I believe that it’s good.
I don’t know how to cook for one. I make too much of everything and end up with leftovers that I won’t eat.
So… Apparently, “In the same way that everyone else does” is not the right thing to say when the doctor asks if you ever think about hurting yourself.
“Art means not having to be useful.” -ZS
“We live in a world of rice made from chickpeas. The sky is the limit.”
How many of these cardio classes do I have to endure before my depression is cured?
“Oh, did you have a cheat meal?”
Nope, I was eating my feelings. Loyalty had nothing to do with it.
I once asked my dad why he backed into parking spots when we went to church. He kept his eyes forward as we walked from the back of the parking lot to the church’s front door. “Quicker exit,” he said, and I think about this as I pull into the parking lot at work and watch the side mirrors as I back myself into a corner spot.