“An ongoing series of photographs that illustrates how much nicer Montana probably is than wherever you grew up.”
I want an iPod with just this song on it, playing on repeat until forever. At the beach too, probably.
“Low expectations are not a recipe for good self-care. You get sour; you drink too much wine; you stop reading because everything you read makes you even more sour; you go on diatribes against successful young writers in the kitchens at parties. You definitely are not working out. Eventually you wear a hole in one of the elbows of your bathrobe and instead of taking it off, you think, “That makes sense. It’s nice to have a little air circulating around. They should make all the bathrobes this way.””
Worth the read, particularly for anyone who acquired an English degree and then tried to get a job doing anything at all.