june 26 tgi
An early summer night in Toronto is a great thing, and, so, after doing a handful of things at and near the Eaton Centre (#mallatnight) we walked all the way back to Bloordale —— and not as the crow flies, either. Rather, the way an asshole cabbie would do it if he thought you were a come from away. North up Yonge from Dundas to Bloor; west on Bloor to Lansdowne. There were stops, obviously, but for the first time in a long time we got home close to 2am even though we weren't returning from an event.
This week has been pretty tough, but nights like this go a long way to reminding me of something I used to say as a joke but which eventually became something of a mantra:
Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.
Yeah, it's dumb. But last I checked there was no law against letting dumb things help you get through the day.
🌲 gonna
🌼 go
🌱 touch
🌳 grass Advil PM
🌷 now
Be good to yourself.
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