Orwell’s Roses by Rebecca Solnit
What a strange book to stumble across in such a moment of existential anxiety when it seems so many people believe knowing all the dangers Orwell warned us about could inoculate us from them.
we are never meeting in real life. essays by samantha irby
What I really needed was a break. A break from trying to get it right, a break from striving, a break from the ridiculousness of the 21st century, a bestie to not brightside my shitty fucking day.