JUSS TRYING OUT MY WARBY PARKER’S GUYS (Taken with instagram)
I live on these two meals from trader joes. (Taken with instagram)
Scub shopping is still weird.
What is the difference between these and a shirt?
Life literally could not get snuggier. (Taken with instagram)
I take all my meals on donuts. (Taken with Instagram at Bella Luna Restaurant)
No but seriously, what is it.
I. CAN’T. STAY. UP. BUT I DON’T WANT TO LIE DOWN. DON’T LET THE DRUGS TAKE MEEE (Taken with instagram)
The amount of cookie dough I can eat in one sitting is like gross. (Taken with instagram)
My youth ends in 15 days.
Getting shit done at trivia night. (Taken with Instagram at Uno Chicago Grill)
It’s not the honors and the prizes and the fancy outsides of life which ultimately nourish our souls. It’s the knowing that we can be trusted, that we never have to fear the truth, that the bedrock of our very being is good stuff.
I bought some fucking knitting needles today. (Taken with instagram)
I don’t know how to deal with death. I don’t know how to react to it. I don’t know what the proper response according to proximity should be. When Denyse and Charlie passed in October I felt that the amount of sadness I felt was almost inappropriate. I wasn’t best friends with them, I didn’t seem them on a daily basis. I wasn’t going to feel any immediate hole on my day to day. But they had both been immeasurably good to me in very different and important ways. The idea of them just ending, that their existence just stopped, and so unfairly just really broke my heart.
I don’t know how to face what my aunt is going through. I don’t know if I’ll get to say goodbye or how to even do so. I can’t imagine what my cousins are dealing with and I just feel so sad for them. Mary is probably the nicest person in our family and it kills me that they’ve always lived so far away. I just feel so fucking sad. I don’t know how to approach this. I don’t know what is appropriate to feel.
Once upon a time there was a girl who had 7 invisible horses. People thought she was crazy and that she in fact had 7 imaginative horses, but this was not the case. When autumn came the girl spent a whole day washing all her clothes. She hung them on a string in her garden to let the gentle autumn sun dry them. Out of nowhere, a terrible storm came and its fiercefull winds grabbed a hold of all her clothes and all seven horses (authors note: since they are invisible they obviously didn’t weigh much). The girl was devestated and spent all autumn looking for each horse spread around the country, wrapped in her clothes. (via Ulicam: The girl with 7 horses #7)
I GET DAYS OFF NOW!!! Put my sweatpants on inside out. No fucks given. It’s my day off. (Taken with instagram)
knitting and puppies.puppies and knitting.
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