February 2012
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No reason! We just want to show them who's boss! →
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So I have Other Sarah Brown's phone number, and I...
To be clear, there are at least three Other Sarah Browns: one in Scotland, one in Texas or Georgia, it’s hard to tell, and one in maybe Portland. The one in Scotland is not Bad Decision Sarah Brown, and that’s the one whose number I have. I thought we might have a chat, catch up a bit.
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New Perspective On Shit: Millie: okay i just... →
aprilandmillie:
Millie: okay i just posted like 4 tweets about meat loaf April: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Millie: i seriously need a life like people make fun of that song and it’s like WHAT WON’T HE DO when it’s like, just listen to the song you idiot HE SAYS IT April: i thought it was not turning her into a…
Millie: i’m not sure i want meat loaf to be w/ this woman
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I love how bershon most of them look. →
This will only make sense to New Yorkers
Tracie: I like your dress!
Me: Thanks! It's my Hamburglar outfit.
Tracie: Fancy Hamburglar.
Chris: DuMontburglar.
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Eliot subverts that plot by continuing to work at the bank even after his poems...
– From here.
I get this. I’m a person swayed by how things “should be” because I’m not very imaginative (painfully literal, even in my personal writing), so I assumed that since I consider myself a writer or an artsy person, I should strive for day jobs that let me be this supposed artsy person. When...
What this hairstyle presupposes is not just what if I’ve stopped caring, but what if I never cared in the first place?
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"the most fearsome animal ever to swim in the... →
This means more fearsome than Megalodon. !
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I could title this "living a life of grace" or...
A good thing to do if you’re full of rage, unhappy, depressed, bad on the bus today, whatever, is to look back through your photostream, find strangers in the background, and actively spend a minute hoping they’re doing well. Sometimes this is the only thing that calms me down.
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Let’s all thank god Facebook and Twitter and Tumblr weren’t around when I was nineteen or we would all be living underground to survive the nuclear winter of yiiiiiikes my writing would have brought on.
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Is there anything more depressing than a tattered, careworn paperback copy of Eat Pray Love?