fullycharmedlife

my aching desire to gently nurture an abused forester nearly my age back to working conditions makes me understand why a different type of white ladies are obsessed with adopting pitbulls

made me like swedish people again

it's called magical thinking because of my magical charmed life, and it is very normal, psychologists agree!

Save Me Ginger Tea

pretty girl who lives in my building politely explained that it's called jasmine tea because the tea leaves are perfumed by jasmine flowers laid under them during the tea-readying process. the jasmine flowers should ultimately not be present in the final bag of tea. the more you know!

the one time i was in LA at a bar with film people and said this was my favorite movie of all time and they collectively responded like i'd crushed a butterfly underfoot for fun. screw you guys it is the best movie of all time

logging this because there's no wikipedia page for Terrace Bagels and Cafe on PPW & Windsor Pl justice for Terrace Bagels and Cafe. actual neighborhood gets 3 stars it's the most beautiful place if you're not planning on purchasing groceries or commuting to work ever in your life

never okay

hate it in practice - OF COURSE! - ...but looove it as an agent of verbiage...

healthcliff heathcliff no one should terrorize the neighborhood

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

today, in the final hour of my shift, i walked past a new installation in the atrium. a spire of perhaps 6 feet of prismed epoxy had been deposited in the armpit/rest stop of the grand, sweeping "accessibility walkway" which spirals up the walls of the lobby and provides, i assume, a necessarily dramatic backdrop for charity events. i imagine the CEO plodding down it at the start of the local TV ads that presumably run during the commercial breaks of Eagles games. anyway, the prism thing. it had done a poor job hiding itself in the walkway armpit and the 4pm sunset (daylight savings) had found it and filled it completely. a square foot and a half of space was littered with scraps of rainbows. i swayed slightly and the rainbows leapt back and forth in return. i was transfixed; as was the 6 year old girl standing by my side, staring intently, for whom my presence did not seem to register. i have spent a lot of time recently thinking about the slow loss of the petite joys derived from possessing a child's imagination, which i retained far past true childhood but which seems to be thinning out more and more every year. i've noticed my brain's grown old. i no longer reside in girlhood. this usually torments me around 4pm. but! this afternoon, as i looked at glittery fragments of light on the floor of my workplace, i thought of none of this shit. i loved the glitter of the prisms just as much as i'd loved every pot of marketed-for-tweens eyeshadow at Justice i stole from my older neighbor in elementary school and the eyes of the Beanie Boos staring as i made my way down the Publix checkout aisle and the holographic stickers my 5th grade teacher put on the top right corner of the homework assignments i'd turn in crumpled and half-finished. i loved the glitter eagerly :)

yas

again, any ladies who want to talk early synth pioneers over 1-4 mixed drinks, my treat? -1 star because i'll never be 16 ripping bong and listening to zodiac again

any ladies who want to talk early synth pioneers over 1-4 mixed drinks? my treat

i wanna eat it right now!!!

It's simply the best to ever be done on this Earth

pretty classic