I couldn’t possible start a debate about whether cats are better than dogs, but as a neutral observer, I can say with confidence that cat owners are better than dog owners.
It’s my favorite time of the year. I feel like I’m reborn by the end of it, the hard part is maintaining the results the rest of the year.
It’s a month of fasting from sunrise to sunset, focusing on developing God-consciousness, healthy habits, self discipline, improving personal and spiritual well being, as well as building a connection to the Divine.
I’m not sure. My doctor explained to me that folks with clinical depression or bipolar disorder have a spot on their scalps that is sensitive to sunlight and the less that area receives natural light, the more mood instability one has.
Maybe it’s different for SAD. Permanent standard time sounds like a recipe for misery for me.
My doctor recommended it but I’ve yet to buy one. I think it should help.
I’m unfortunately a staunch advocate of DST because Standard Time triggers my seasonal depression.
I dread November every single year, and rejoice in March.
From Alex Turner’s letter to Alexa Chung:
“My mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree."
“Any idiot can be happy in a happy place but moral courage is required to be happy in a hellhole.”
- Joyce Carol Oates
nvm I have a stomachache
Whitman always reminds me of my ex because he gifted me Leaves of Grass for my birthday. Regardless, it’s a beautiful poem.
Me every night before bed: people should be more kind and loving and tolerant
Me the next day, driving behind a slow car: maybe murder isn’t so wrong if it’s just once