My goals are simple: I want true love, a dog, a baby, and to write a book that’s featured on a table at Urban Outfitters during the holidays.
And these nails, obviously.
(Source: bon-bun)
These dogs have been scamming us for years. MNN.com (that’s the Mother Nature Network, by the way, and I have no idea how I wound up there) does some hard-hitting reporting and blows the lid right off of selfish walkaholics.
P.S. For all its faults, MNN did redeem itself by pointing me towards a video of otters chasing butterflies.
In Which This is A Metaphor for Something, Right?
Fact: Before it got the name Seattle in late 1852, the city was known as Duwamps.
Song
I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
which is typical
and not just of modern life
mud clambers up the trellis of my nerves
must lovers of Eros end up with Venus
muss es sein? es muss nicht sein, I tell you
how I hate disease, it’s like worrying
that comes true
and it simply must not be able to happen
in a world where you are possible
my love
nothing can go wrong for us, tell me
— Frank O’Hara, 1960
Fears Upon Impending Cohabitation
- The building we are touring does not appear on Google Street View. Instead, there is a photo of a large pit under construction. If we move there, we will cease to exist. Our photos will begin to fade ala Marty McFly.
- Ghosts. Any.
- We will absorb the depressed, alcoholic vibe of the modern one-bedroom with the stained white carpeting. Vertical blinds that conceal the tiniest of balconies covered in black Seattle mold. Perhaps a rusted hibachi.
