"In the dark of this place, there’s the glow of your face"
Vampire Weekend - Ya Hey
I can’t explain how much I miss my life and infinite moments with beautiful people who make me feel good about myself. Nowadays I’m not even able to leave my house.
It’s a micro-aggression. It’s a backhanded compliment. And it’s simply inaccurate.
- you know what is so great about you?
- i’m good at folding the laundry?
- no, sweetie, you’re terrible at folding the laundry
The Harvest Festival is tomorrow. And I am so proud of all of you. You’ve worked so hard. You’re amazing. So I have a surprise. And it is possibly the best thing to potentially ever happen to anyone anywhere in the history of the universe.
Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.