A few things happened last week and they were all terrible. Bob Dylan, famous hater of prizes, won the Nobel. Ken Bone, famous wearer of sweaters, rocketed into and immediately fell from our hearts with all the sputtery grace of that flare Blake Lively used in The Shallows. News went viral that some gay penguins broke up eleven years ago, just when it seemed like we’d finally moved on. It’s too much. It’s all too freakin’ much. Their names were Silo and Roy. They raised a baby. They were happy. We were happy. And now… nothing makes sense. The night is darkest before it gets even darker. Here are some tweets from the usual beacons of hope:
@Merman_Melville
@kateberlant
@Mobute
@UniqueDude2
@BAKKOOONN
@PubeGoldberg
@annadrezen
@pattymo
@amfmpm
@DancesWithTamis
@pixelatedboat
@brendohare
@ditzkoff
@behindyourback
@tastefactory
@tessastrain
@Vinncent
@kingfirestorm
@1followernodad
@joshgondelman
@mindykaling
@SamGrittner
@Yassir_Lester
@aparnapkin
@bobvulfov
@ariscott
@ihatejoelkim
@guybranum
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