
300(ish) Words on Summer Ending
Unlike all of the pop stars soaked in aquamarine and cat-eyed girls, summer isn’t my favorite season. But it is the song that gets stuck in my head year-round.
Unlike all of the pop stars soaked in aquamarine and cat-eyed girls, summer isn’t my favorite season. But it is the song that gets stuck in my head year-round.
I’ve been sustained — and thrilled — by the presence of boutiques lately, a reliable physical structure and set of sensory experiences that make sense to me.
My arms and legs get burned through car windows, and my face looks like a perpetual Margaritaville patron.
"I made a short filmé about a loser trying to get a coffee coolatta 💅 "
Sonya is an archivist of these early-mid 2000s photos, saving thousands of them to her phone. "They are so raw, and they are so honest in a way," she explains.
There is a dang mall up for auction! Described as a “rare 57-acre redevelopment opportunity” (those ARE rare!) this is a mall in Sherman, Texas simply begging for reinvention. Maybe you have a few questions! What kind of mall town is Sherman for instance? It is about an hour north... Read More
Someone who bounces between normal life and insanity is way more captivating to watch than a person who sticks to either extreme.
As I get older, so does the internet. I buy a push-up bra and discover new avenues of life via Firefox. Yahoo Answers is my ugly chapel, group home, cool best friend.
I felt the water work into my scalp like watching a paper towel gradually become wet, water soaking through its grid, square by square.