i love how men mock women for being overemotional and then lose their shit over a team losing an over-glorified game of fetch
Tea works good too
i woke up like this (filled with existential dread)
Let us record the atoms as they fall upon the mind in the order in which they fall, let us trace the pattern, however disconnected and incoherent in appearance, which each sight or incident scores upon the consciousness. Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.
Virginia Woolf, from “Modern Fiction,” in Monday or Tuesday (Harcourt, 1921)