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Today I learned that somebody who was very important to me ten years ago died, four years ago, and I am learning for the first time what it means as an adult to lose someone who helped you become an adult. Mentors are aspirational figures — they exhibit qualities that you emulate and hope to embody one day — they are, in one’s vision, often the epitome of what can be achieved in certain areas of life. Discovering that they are no longer epitomizing those things, being that person you’ll never be, carrying that torch, somehow seems like a double loss to the world. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to continue your legacy, ez, but your contributions and spirit will not be lost. You made a difference.
I need to spend less time sitting around my house inventing rum cocktails and watching Kelly Clarkson YouTube videos.
Oh wait no I don’t.
Irving Harper, advertisement, 1948. Via Herman Miller.
I just grossed myself out because I was barefoot in my apartment and thought I stepped on a tooth. It turned out to be a big piece of sidewalk salt that fell off the bottom of my shoe but for a second I THOUGHT I STEPPED ON A TOOTH.
A) suck it, Arizona
b) it’s basketball season?
jumping and walking around massive puddles at every intersection, finding the strongest snow piles to tread across, slipping and catching myself on black ice every other step and finally FINALLY making it home….
Just to slip and fall at my front door and skin my wrist on the sidewalk.
FML. But also seriously Fuck. This. Winter.
Hey Pete, have you seen Grumpy’s snowsuit anywhere?
If ever there were a time to regret following someone on Instagram, it is when their band goes on tour. Especially if they’re only touring the Midwest.
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Just hangin’ out, reading up on the career of Zachary Ty Bryan… Like ya do….
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