My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old child who can't control their emotions, a teenage rebel who makes poor life decisions, and an 80 year old who's tired and needs a nap.

Decision making: Would Carrie Fisher be proud of me or send me a cow’s tongue in a Tiffany box?

You don’t have to be fearless to be brave.

Do it scared.

I just want someone to look at me with as much love as babies have when they look at ceiling fans.

I was just at Walgreens where I witnessed an old man stocking up on multivitamins flirting with an old woman with arms full of booze and incontinence pads. It was beautiful.

Ultimate emotional roller coaster ride my brain just concocted: Binging Fleabag followed immediately by binging Ted Lasso. Or in the reverse. THE REVERSE.