Holy shit this first book.
Holy shit this first book.
Sometimes you just want to take a walk, pick up takeout, and then go back home to watch Star Wars: Rebels.
And that is okay.
Honestly it feels like forever since I’ve gone out by myself and had a beer and sides at a bar.
Just to take a walk on a Sunday.
It’s pretty great but still looking forward to getting home.
And some mornings, I find myself in an upscale bodega.
Seated at a bar in that upscale bodega, and midway through a butter croissant and a soy flat white.
And thinking about how good it is and how on some level, I connect more with my father than I ever did when he was alive.
Short for the summer.
I used to undervalue how much better a good haircut made me feel.
I’ll reveal the location sometime.
I want to book this restroom for self portraits forever. Didn’t see the hair on my face until later, but this lighting!