“Failure is a part of life. Not my life, but, you know, some
people.”
“Have you been asking any of your hipster boyfriends if
they’re selling a bike.”
“no.”
“but I want a hipster bike!”
“I haven’t had a hipster boyfriend in like two monthes now!
I’m going clean!”
Pr 6058 A68828 C 461999
Modernization and tradition, interpersonal relations, and
between the living and the debt.
It’s funny how any negative feelings can suddenly become
homesickness. Physical pain, anger, lonliness, it all turns into this organ
hollowing desire to be laying on the grass in my front yard and hear my calling
me in to dinner.
G17X5
Only kings, professors, and madmen use the royal we.
Razors. Olive Oil. Baggies. Beans. Nuts. Tortillas. Canned
Soup. Fruit. Yogurt. Feta.
No matter how far the human race advances we cannot seem to
get over our obsession with shiny things.
1 c brown sugar
½ sugar
1 T vanilla
1 c butter
½ t salt
1 b soda
My dad wrecked three cars growing up. He paid for one of
them. I don’t know if it was the first one or the last one. He spent a summer
at Zions in 103 degree weather, digging holes to make up for a few moments of
confusion that ended in the dismemberment of two car doors.
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