Only at Eli’s. Old black folks dancing to the blues with nonbinary cal students with teddy bear ears on.
It’s not as sexy when you and everyone around you is naked.
Discipline is freedom.
Tip your contractors in beer.
Your world can shatter at any moment at any time as long as you live.
6 martinis is too many martinis.
Oiling steel-toe boots is tough but I look really good in an Oxford shirt.
Some people don’t get tired of compliments. If you have them, mean them, and they want them, give them freely. Generously.
Drawing is more meditative than writing.
If you know a jealous boyfriend, don’t take tequila shots with his girlfriend.
Vampire movies are good and being goth is about loving violently.
But no TV in the bedroom.
Philosophy and push ups. Get out of your head.
It’s extremely hard for tattoo shops to stay open.
Rest on the couch in your friend’s artist studio.
“I have done nothing all summer but wait to be myself again,” - Georgia O’Keefe
Yap less, act more.
Outdoor showers.
This summer has made me tired of hot dogs.
My best friend has 6 more years in prison.
Dudes will be like “she broke up with me” and go on a surf trip to Bali.
Divorce in your mid-twenties is chic.
Wanting a party to be good so badly will make it not so good.
Drama is inevitable when you care.
Caring is ok.
5:34 am misery should last only until 7 am at the latest, there are dishes to do.
Moka-pot and rumination in the garden. Dog shit on my loafers.
“You didn’t talk to me so I’m leaving”
When I worked at a deli, a regular would come in and the scent she wore would rise above the mortadella and pickled onions and I fell so hard for her. She’s now married to a man who looks like the older version of me.
It was Persian Garden.
Other notable fragrances: Milk, Baies, Pilates sweat, Banana Boat and river water, Madonna Lily, White Ginger.
I am a moth to every flame.
Do not, under any circumstances, tempt me with a good time.
There’s objective truth and the truths you choose to believe.
Tula - Nahuatl: near the cattails; ruined Toltec capital. Tall atlantes, sun-cut shields. God-nest. Birdsong. Mongolian: willow-banked tributary of the Orkhon. Baltic: unreachable, Russified to oblast. Ironworks. Hollow points. Music box gilt and nielloed with orchids, islands, passerines; tula-work. Chileno: slang for cock. Also nightshade, bell-flower. Solfege: veil and a sixth. English: square-rigged for new continents. Almost marsh grass, ghosted to Caddo. Kotule: savannah tongue, rich in a affix, in use by all generations. Sanskrit: Libra. Scales, stars above our son. Was the weight of will. Nahuatl from the Nahuatl for ‘what pleases the ear.’ Tagalog: an aporia. Mother tongue: a poem.
I see into everything. Put your palm over my forehead, my third eye, it’s too much.
The bitterness of low quality remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten.
Nacho Libre is based on a true story.
Billionaires do not give a shit about you.
It’s ok to call out sapphics for being sapphic.
Big junkyard dogs.
Hug tip: lead with tummy.
Jean Shorts can be elegant.
Tom Hardy has a good walk and is a great character actor.
Get to know each other.
Not all your friends have to get along.
3 weeks is a long time to go without a cheeseburger.
Love and Happiness by Al Green.
Some things are undeniable, don’t try.
Sorry I must have made it all up.
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