April can be a little overwhelming for our souls. Take into account the awful hay fever, superfluous Coachella posts (it looked kinda fun… okay?), and confused weather, and all of a sudden I just want to curl up in my bed and finish reading the book that I bought for my L.A. trip but only had the chance to read on the plane. I mean, there’s nothing really wrong with all of the above (I should just remember to take a Reactine with me to work), but Coachella got me thinking about how ridiculously over-saturated Instagram is with the same kind of, well, shit. I can only see so many photos of people sitting on their beds with their legs perfectly displayed at the best angles before I get really bored, you know?