Maybe you made a pact with yourself on Wednesday that you weren’t gonna let September kick your ass the way August had and then maybe by Thursday afternoon you were like, “Wait, maybe I was wrong. Help.” If that’s you, I’m here to tell you that is A-OK, FRIEND. You can get off to a rocky start with something and still make the absolute best of it. (That’s because nothing’s permanent, not even the good stuff! Wheeee! Every day is a brand new tub of Play-Doh.)
Get yourself some lemonade and a book — maybe an artsy book without conflict or dialogue — and put yourself in some sunshine. It’s September! You fucking made it.
You Should Go or Do or Give
+ Here’s a fun submission party you could get in on. Tragedy Queens: Stories Inspired by Lana Del Ray and Sylvia Plath.
Queer as in F*ck You
+ Don’t miss Roxane Gay on the latest episode of Sooo Many White Guys.
Saw This, Thought of You
+ Your Dogs Know Exactly What You’re Saying, which means I have to stop threatening to turn mine into glue when they get up on the couch. Y’ALL THEY SHED SO BAD.
Excuse me. The Bride and Groom Were Kittens. At Death They Did Not Part. What does it take to herd about 15 dead cats in Victorian dress to a wedding in Brooklyn?