My response to this happiness, naturally, was to worry that I was in the grip of something diseased and bad and wrong. An addiction. Every morning, driving to an office I’d borrowed in Santa Cruz, I would wrestle with the urge to stop and bird for “a few minutes.” Seeing a good bird made me want to stay out and see more good birds. Not seeing a good bird made me sour and desolate, for which the only cure was, likewise, to keep looking.
Jonathan Franzen, “My Bird Problem,” The Discomfort Zone
"Of the many things I was afraid of in those days - spiders, insomnia, fish hooks, school dances, hardball, heights, bees, urinals, puberty, music teachers, dogs, the school cafeteria, censure, older teenagers, jellyfish, locker rooms, boomerangs, popular girls, the high dive - I was probably most afraid of my parents."
- Jonathan Franzen, “Then Joy Breaks Through,” The Discomfort Zone
I’m going home in a week, so I am excited about that. I was home a while ago for something and drew a few things.
Rape Culture? What is this “Rape Culture” you speak of?
Seriously though, this is terrifying. God forbid I wear a skirt outside — I’m just ASKING to be raped if I do that.
The 58% statistic actually terrifies me more than any other. Suddenly change the word and you don’t care?
No one will ever be able to convince me that words hold no power.
this makes me sick to my stomach with anger and fear
Here’s this painting I did of the amazing Abbi and Ilana of Broad City. From Episode 2: Abbi would be a slim pug and Ilana would be a three-legged mutt.
I’m so happy for this…AN AMAZING COMPILATION OF KIDS CURSING IN MOVIES! from Avaryl Halley
YOU MUST WATCH.
Happy rebirthday, sweet little gremlin. I’m so glad we met on the Internet. #21stcenturylove #pugsofinstagram