The funniest part to me is how matter-of-factly people talk about crazy things that happen [in Miami]. My mom just sent me an article about this 30-year-old woman who was receiving injections of like cement and Fix-A-Flat, the stuff they used to fix flat tires, into her buttocks. Did you see that? It was horrifying. I was like, “What is wrong with you?” It was terrifying, and you feel so horrible, yet if that had happened in a novel it would work as some sort of dystopian comedy about vanity gone insane. But no. That’s actually just a Wednesday in Miami. They closed the wounds with Super Glue…
Karen Russell, The Awl
these autumn sunsets over the freeway. october. bikram. the view from torrey pines road. her words and music. running past the airport at dusk. my comfy warm bed. pumpkin spice lattes in the morning. autumn chills. naps in the living room with candles on and the balcony door open. anthropologie sweaters. crocheting and audiobooks on my lunch break. robeks smoothies. dog beach. taco tuesdays. the jacuzzi after a good workout. every lotion made by pacifica ever. super cuddles. halloween. my family for understanding why i don’t want to leave. my ever-amazing friends. my crazy beautiful sweetheart puppy. this pretty city. ….remembering to be grateful.
When I turn 25, I should stop saying no to that glass of wine at 3pm and start saying “Hey girl hey!” I’ve heard that getting older is a bitch and one must have several glasses of wine a day just to get through it. Being casually day drunk in your mid-twenties doesn’t hold such a stigma as it does when you’re, say, 24. You go from being a potential alcoholic who everyone is silently judging to being someone who just gets it.
Ryan O’Connell, “Things You Must Stop Doing When You Turn 25”
