50-FUR-PANTS & 21 DECATUR tentative alliance.

50-FUR-PANTS & 21 DECATUR tentative alliance.

#snow in #march. It was nice knowing you, #vermont, but I think we’re done.

#snow in #march. It was nice knowing you, #vermont, but I think we’re done.

unrulyboy said: What did they order?

steamed kale, to stones, hummus plates, a mushroom burger and a falafel. hope this made your dreams come true.

tonight at work at the restaurant there was this hellish order called in, where everything had to be super specific and in separate bags and labeled. We all had a field day over the order (which was not small) and I wrote on each brown paper bag in my most ironic calligraphy…

turns out it was for Jesse, Sole, and Gus of Morrissey. 

#beach #lake #fall oh la la (Taken with Instagram)

#beach #lake #fall oh la la (Taken with Instagram)

50 fur pants

50 fur pants

words of wisdom from a six year old playing a PBS Kids game:

"That stinks, but then it goes away. That’s bad too. It goes away eventually."

#spoon #art wind chimes (Taken with Instagram)

#spoon #art wind chimes (Taken with Instagram)

there’s nothing left of me, I crumpled up and died.

there’s nothing left of me, I crumpled up and died.

there’s art in frames and cream walls and the house is warm when it’s cold out.
Huh, I must not be in grrrlington anymore.

there’s art in frames and cream walls and the house is warm when it’s cold out.

Huh, I must not be in grrrlington anymore.

the best part of going home is hearing my proper mother tell Siri to “fuck off” in mildly annoyed, accented tones.

This is a pretty neat house in  Massachusetts where some people I know make art (Taken with Instagram at Weston)

This is a pretty neat house in Massachusetts where some people I know make art (Taken with Instagram at Weston)

shanieu:

last thoughts before running away

good trespassing photo shoots today

shanieu:

last thoughts before running away

good trespassing photo shoots today

“The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful … Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.”
Milan Kundera