My hot take is that pop culture and art and music and fashion and snacks and puppies and drag queens and texting and stupid movies and memes and holding hands and dancing and expensive perfume and very high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and fancy bath towels and shiny pretty things and tall boy bathtubs are all actually really important.

The pandemic is hard and endless and there’s no extra credit for suffering. It’s not shallow to want to surround yourself with life and beauty when there is death and sadness all around.

Say yes to all bread.
Chase kindness.
Buy whatever.
Laugh about it.
Cry about it.
You’re doing great.

❤️

I blame being stuck in the house while everyone else toured their records.

And prolonged happiness.

But also springtime.

Anyway, I apologize in advance for being so uplifting. My entire vibe right now is toxic positivity. Look away!

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