Tired.

Seriously, the image sums up my usual state all year. Always tired in one or more of the three key areas. Mental, physical, and emotional.

Same. Kinda the way this whole season, and I don't mean Winter, feels for me thus far.

It's not your fault that you want something that cannot actually exist in this twisted world. Most men don't even get the chance to emotionally mature. They either end up emotionally stunted or broken to some degree or another. This comes from a very broken fox.

Wonder how this will follow up. Knocking back drinks with both looking beat and dirty? Making out in that same field? Going all in while cleaning up? Some combination there of?

Being serious, love your stuff.

Her ending line is very relatable.

Not for a long long time. No place to really so freely.

Silly doggo.

Or perhaps they confound predators with bizarre wisdom like Confucus.

Stop assuming that artists already have a massive support system and "already get tons of praise" and "already know they're great." You don't know that. You don't know what they could be going through.

That can't be possible. I don't have a couch.