September 2011
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If he doesn’t make you happy on purpose then it’s just abs.
– drink your juice.: Someone called me for relationship advice at midnight and because I am a human being who runs on sleep, I had to move things along
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WHO WANTS TO COME OVER AND EAT BREAKFAST AND DO...
black bean cakes 1 can rinsed and drained organic black beans 1 jalapeno diced 1 egg 1/2 t smoked paprika 1/2 t cumin 1/2 t garlic granules chopped red onion (to your taste) 2 T chopped fresh cilantro 2 T organic corn meal 1 t seasoning salt
With the back of a fork, mash the beans until some are paste-y but you can still tell they are black beans. Add all the...
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When two writers break up, it’s inevitable they’ll both look back and wonder...
– Shined vs. Shone:
n. the temptation to step off your career track and become a shepherd in the...
– The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: trumspringa
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I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds...
– bthny: It’s “It’s Decorative Gourd Season, Motherfuckers” Season, Motherfuckers
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Everyone is scared of being alone. I often think of the parable of the little...
– jonathan ullyot
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have i even lived?
Kyle: let me ask you this...have you ever pleasured a man (in his privates) with a tomato?
that sounds personal, i realize. and it is.
me: hold on
can't stop laughing
Kyle: sounds like a resounding and emphatic yes.
me: i've never used foodstuff on male privates! not that i can recall anyway!
Kyle: okay. i sort of believe you.
wait, you've never covered a man in nutella, even?
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Bystanders pull motorcycle driver trapped under... →
FLIP FLOPS DON’T GIVE A SHIT
TIME TO HERO UP
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Interpreter of Maladies, p. 83. / w4m / Chicago /...
shipsthatpass:
You: Dashing youth in a white T-shirt sitting al fresco at Beans and Bagels by the train tracks. I am the señora sitting at a table with a newborn, young boy, and husband. We are attractive and dark. Your hair is tousled, and you are giving keen interest to Jhumpa Lahiri’s Interpreter of Maladies. So sexy. I noticed you looking at me, nursling at my bosom. A HA! I caught you. This...
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ambedo
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.
vuvuzela, pienso en ti siempre.
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