Jamie Varon

The only void left to fill is the one that is telling you that you have to earn the right to love yourself.

At least once a week, you’re like, what’s the point of all of this and can I just live in a yurt somewhere?

When love becomes about what we can get out of it, we’ve already lost.

When the historians look back on our generation they will be like, “They had a lot of brunch.”

Compassion is the new judgy.

Your scars become your battle wounds, the identifying markers of a life well-lived.

And how to keep them from happening…

I learned butter solves all ailments, the end.

Subconsciously, you start to tear down what you’ve built, brick by tiny brick.

There are so many things in this world that, despite their awesomeness, we’ve probably never even heard of.

I shall henceforth be eating 90% of food from the garden I am starting! Look at me and my green thumb!

A really reckless thing that you do once in a while to remind yourself that you’re alive.