Did you know that there are videos on YouTube of birds made specifically for indoor cats and that if you show one to your cat he will lose his goddamn mind trying to figure out where the birds are?

From there, she raised her well-documented relationship to faith; said that students at Iowa from faith-based backgrounds seek her out; sketched the inhibition these students nonetheless feel in describing the sacred: “If you’re Jewish or Catholic, you can make all the jokes about your mother or the nun, but in terms of saying on one’s deathbed, ‘What will it mean to me that this is how I would have described myself, how does the cosmos feel as it nestles in my particular breast?’ they are completely inarticulate about that”.



End-of-quarter is over and I didn’t throw up or get yelled at and now it’s October, the best month of the year. Happy midnight deadline, everyone. May you never have to know what that is.

I got a haircut today, got up early and went before work despite knowing I’d be at work for 12 hours, and it was worth it, no regrets, but I got a blow out and it looks so silly on my head? the person with this hair belongs in a romcom about having it all. the person with this hair bakes. the person with this hair wears nude heels and has certainly never cried in the grocery store while buying cat nail clippers at 11 pm on a Monday. don’t get me wrong, I’m not washing it for a week, but I do keep wanting to tell strangers that I’m merely an imposter in the hair of a duchess.

"Hey, you want to know something? CJ doesn’t like running."
Why not?”
"Believe it or not, because it takes time away from helping. I really like that about her, don’t you?"

Honestly, if I had the choice between a me-sized bed and Zayn Malik, I’d choose Zayn, too.

just opened the door to my uberx, said “good morning,” and then accidentally let the door close before I could get in the car. I am very poised and glamorous, please invite me to your parties.

You could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It has started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. Now men had walked upon it, rubber treads on a pearl of the gods. Perhaps it was an awareness of time passing, the last summer of the decade. Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

Patti Smith, Just Kids