Atlantic puffins in Maine, July 1943.Photograph by Cleveland P. Grant, National Geographic
I need to make sure that you guys never forget about puffins. They are seriously the most absurd little things, and I highly (…) recommend watching a livestream of them to observe their freakish lil’ selves.
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Hungover and in bed at 3pm on a Sunday is maybe the best time to listen to Hall & Oates, along with literally any other time you can think of.
I thought these chubby, jovial triplet security guards at my gate were a good sign, but then they pulled out a stretcher for someone on the incoming flight and a banshee child started screaming Miley Cyrus lyrics in my ear.
Get me on the plane, get me a Bloody Mary (or 3), and get me to LA.
Anxiety is, instead of sleeping, getting into a Google k-hole and devouring research on the inevitably of an eventual major and destructive earthquake in southern California right before you start packing for a quick trip to southern California.
Marijuana is so important to me because sometimes, after long patches of consistent stability and general cheerfulness and lightness of heart, anxiety and depression rear their ugly heads, and ya girl needs to smoke a single bowl in order to get some perspective, calm down, and remember to breathe and step back.
And sometimes because ya girl just wants to smoke a bowl and laugh for a while, and that’s allowed too- you can’t tell me that it’s not.