Sublime

ornery.

It helps make unexpected circumstances seem planned and even desirable. Things hold life in place. Like pebbles on a blanket at the beach they stop it from drifting away or flying up in your face. Having nice things makes you feel like you’re doing a good job and shuts everybody else up. There’s nothing anybody can say to you so long as you have

Yesterday I told my therapist that when I left last week, I felt like a baby: dumb and small, sad and fumbling like an animal, uncertain, unaware. But that felt good: all swagger melted away, all pride evaporated or dripping into the wet ground, no gilded guiding grievances, no wistful wisdom, no fanciful fairy tales that make sad animals sound

Is Cate Blanchett out there, stoned, thinking about how she’ll never be me?

Enshiu derided his own taste as too mainstream to be truly great. Yet catering to “the taste of the majority” might be the single goal of…

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It was a school where everyone complained about the work load, but ragged on public schools for being “too easy.” Where everyone hated the dress code, but snickered at the “rednecks” who roamed Citadel Mall in stonewashed denim and mullets. Where everyone was desperate to be an individual, but they all were terrified to stand out.