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….
I haven’t heard this song yet but Facebook is making a pretty compelling argument to love everything about it.
La Lecture Defanse (l’Usage de la Parole) (Forbidden literature (The use of the Word)) by René Magritte, 1936. Oil on canvas.
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