Go ahead, judge me. I'm here for it.

I dare you to hate it.

And yet, the yearning…

Even when they're really tall.

And then I got Covid, which was far less interesting.

But you have to apologize anyway.

I will not be running up it.

Come for the cute little toes, stay for the never-ending emotional rollercoaster.

No birds were harmed in the writing of this post.

Just do it.

And that is PERFECTLY OKAY WITH ME.

Clear sound, full heart, can’t lose.

Am I just old, or is everything terrible?

They just don't tyrannize like they used to.

Intervention: it’s not just for addicts anymore.