Let’s raise our glasses to the goals we’ll never reach and the awkward fumbled voicemails and the unpaid parking tickets and the jeans we no longer fit into. Let’s toast to all the ways we get to show up and bungle the script and spill coffee down our fronts to the wrong music. Let’s be grateful for all the chances life gives us to fuck up. All the days in which we are given fresh air to breathe or smell or pour pollutants into. Life gives us a lot of opportunity to be grand, to be luminescent, to pout at the birthday party, wondering when our mom is gonna pick us up.
We’re not gonna make it out alive so just count your blessings and try to earn some style points as you blunder beautifully through this interstellar fire sale of a life.













