snaxattacks:

LOOK WHAT I FOUND WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS


I have a color sketch of Guy Fieri’s day in court, framed, in my kitchen. This feels like a natural extension.

snaxattacks:

LOOK WHAT I FOUND WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

I have a color sketch of Guy Fieri’s day in court, framed, in my kitchen. This feels like a natural extension.

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She did not flinch. ‘My past,’ she told the room, ‘is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on.’

Lake effect. Again, please. (at wandawega)

Lake effect. Again, please. (at wandawega)


But the pleasant thing is to wake early, throw open the window, and lie reading in bed.
Edward Fitzgerald, from a letter to W. F. Pollock, May 3, 1840 (via twotonmantaray)

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And with a cookie for the road, Hendler has left the building. I’m going to miss this one, but at least I’ll still have a post-it above my desk, asking me if I’m “maybe overcomplicating this.” Happy trails, my friend.

And with a cookie for the road, Hendler has left the building. I’m going to miss this one, but at least I’ll still have a post-it above my desk, asking me if I’m “maybe overcomplicating this.” Happy trails, my friend.


Dinner at 112 Eatery last night/much anticipated reunion with cauliflower. See you again soon, Minnesota.

Dinner at 112 Eatery last night/much anticipated reunion with cauliflower. See you again soon, Minnesota.



Tis the season. Via Short Stack’s “Tomatoes” by Soa Davies


18 hours to be proud of. Happy birthday, lovely friend.