On Writing

When I read works by awful authors I am inspired to write better ones. But when I read great writing I despair. 

Not much need to continue blogging with the likes of this one floating around. 

Dear Boomers:

Apology accepted?

A materialistic post

Oh so many pretty things!

The loveliest coat 

The classiest jacket

The best bargain headphones

The fun alternative to rain boots 

Fun Doc Martens here and here

And my top favorite rain boots: here and here.


Sighhhh...


money is so stupid.

So am I, for wanting.

If only we listened.

It's just a ride.

To the guy who told me today, "Meaning no disrespect, but you're _______" and to all other men who have ever commented on a stranger's appearance:

Amen. 

HAPPY SATURDAY!!!

Today's brightness brought to you by my new tube of toothpaste! All mine! No more sharing a trial size with my sister!!! 

It's the little luxuries. 

for the man who sits behind me

How do you unravel a life
breaking down its components
into xs and ys?

Can experience be separated
from the perceiver
--is alteration reversible
or suffering redeemable?

Does heartache shape
or tear down
your definition of meaning?
--is a life lost
ever found?