Yeah. *hits bong* It’s like that.
Every story – even love stories that have been over for years, or decades – can be rebooted in an instant. It’s not until the real end, death without quotation marks, that “closure” in the truest sense of the word can be achieved, and then, only for those who are no longer around to benefit from it.
You don’t know everything yet especially the future if it still wants you in it, but the fact that you get to be confused and still choose for yourself to the point of delaying something your parents really want for you in life is already a testament of you trying.
If Father’s Day leaves you feeling lonely and reminds you of what you do not have, you are not alone. Remember who and what you do have, and know that “fathers” don’t have to be biological and they don’t have to be men.
it’s always the empty again / always the streetlights / the rain flooding the pavement / always the waiting for someone else
Anxiety looks like my hands. Chaotic. Messy. Sort of gross, if we’re being honest.
You have stopped defending yourself constantly. You have stopped making so many excuses and instead, have learned to fess up and apologize when it’s necessary to do. In your friendships, relationships and in your life in general, you have learned to be more humble and to do the right thing no matter how hard it may be.
If a group of Expired Cottage Cheese Men want to tell me what I should do with my uterus (but think my emergency cesarean section or postpartum depression should disqualify me from insurance coverage), why can’t I yell at them for this cystic pimple that is so deep and painful I can’t even POP it??!?
If you haven’t realized it yet, one day you will wake up and see that you are living, breathing proof that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Trusting someone, anyone, means uncertainty and uncertainty to an anxious mind is terrible.
Notes on life Liana Finck’s cartoons appear in The New Yorker and on Catapult. She posts her drawings on Instagram. The…
We’d wander around the aisles at 10pm and almost always forget to buy the things he said he needed to get in the first place.
Move on from a life that has bruised your ego. From a life that has done nothing but pour tragedy and disaster into your heart. Move on from the past that has you reeling every time you look back on it. Move on from the ugly ghosts that haunt you to this day.
You need the kind of people who you can talk about the complicated parts of your life with. The kind of people who won’t judge you, the kind of people who will listen to you and hold you when you’re crying because you can’t make sense of what’s going on.
From rovers to telescopes the size of villages, we’re going to need some serious technology if we ever want to find life beyond Earth
I worry that I’ll never love anyone as much as the first person I ever fell in love with.
And 4 am, on the 24th, I’ve turned 25. With Cole Sprouse sticking his tongue down my throat.
When out with friends you order beer over wine, whiskey over vodka, chicken wings over a salad.
I’m learning to let love find me. I’m learning to stop decoding messages and mixed signals and signs and wait for the clear message, the message that is so obvious and easy to understand, the message that doesn’t make you question or second guess anything and the message that you’re truly waiting for.
In my other life, I don’t believe in them. Image: Steven Guzzardi I turn thirty first thing in January: the last decade…