Don't use straws. Especially when you're drinking boba.
Commitment. Fucking big word.
Or, pondering permanence and the search for the best Bun Bo
Or, I spent most of a week walking and I loved every minute of it.
The tale of an oft-overlooked city and the 5 times I fell in love while there.
No matter how deep you seem to have buried it, it's still there. Ready to rear its ugly head up at every crack in your control that it finds.
May your horizon remain vast, your skies stay clear, and isles of rest abound when you need them. I hope that planets align to show you your path, and when the tides roar and swirl and pound, may you forge on with strength and determination that never wavers. Happy new year!
A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets
Perhaps one of the worst for me is the death of wonder. That one day we see something like this and just rush on, not taking time to stop for a moment and appreciate the small pockets of beauty. Pause. Take a breath. The busy life will still be a busy life when you're done.
How Vietnam fucks up your plans no matter how vague they were