Here are some of my favorite excerpts from Cheryl Strayed’s, Tiny Beautiful Things.

I think he knows I’m talking about him.

In tandem with bath towels, socks, and button-ups, here are the mental loads I’ve also been sorting through lately.

Instagram really wanted me to watch this one and wouldn’t shut up about it.

Big, beautiful, and brave.

I’m growing a tolerance for the parts of myself I’ve been historically frustrated with.

How long can I go on this one tank of gas?

I’m currently in the middle of five different books, God help me.

It’s 2012, and I’m slow dancing with a guy from my art class at our winter ball.

What’s your lock screen saying about your right now?

Autumn is a special time to live in the City of Trees.

Nothing like getting bullied by a man in a bow-tie to make you compromise on your boundaries.

Thank you for knowing how to build a human.

I think we could use our playlist titles as an intriguing clue into deciphering one another.

When I properly want to turn the brain off, here are my comfort comedies.

It’s okay.

I thought I was escaping from people, but perhaps, I was escaping from me too.

Use these to add a geriatric twist to your everyday vernacular.

Some light thoughts on meta doom.

Does anyone else swirl down the toilet bowl of RESEARCH to avoid things?