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Nov
6th
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Sep
2nd
Wed
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Fall is coming…

Fall is coming…

Aug
30th
Sun
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So, that’s scissors. Rock and paper are way easier.

So, that’s scissors. Rock and paper are way easier.

Jun
12th
Fri
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S.C.O.T.S. at the Gothic

S.C.O.T.S. at the Gothic

Jun
11th
Thu
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Decisions, decisions…

Decisions, decisions…

Jun
9th
Tue
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Songs in my head for no reason

This doesn’t really qualify, since there’s totally a reason: I listened to Ray Charles all weekend. But still. It’s in my head. And it makes me happy. When skies are grey.

You Are My Sunshine (2:58)

Jun
8th
Mon
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Not exactly sure how this happened. I guess, sometimes, wives give their 42-year-old husbands a pink birthday cake. And then they just both have to work together through the aftermath.

Not exactly sure how this happened. I guess, sometimes, wives give their 42-year-old husbands a pink birthday cake. And then they just both have to work together through the aftermath.

Jun
7th
Sun
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Disturbing, yet so useful. Maybe it wouldn’t be as disturbing if the Trevor Tee didn’t make pals accidentally look like Charles Manson.
petervidani:

I Miss Trevor Burks by Rob Matthews
T-shirts and posters that wrap around your head to make you become my friend ‘Trevor Burks’.
After studying abroad I had to leave one of my best friends in Minneapolis. As a joke I produced t-shirts and posters to give to my friends back home, so when ever I missed Trevor they’d put them on and pretend to be him.

Disturbing, yet so useful. Maybe it wouldn’t be as disturbing if the Trevor Tee didn’t make pals accidentally look like Charles Manson.

petervidani:

I Miss Trevor Burks by Rob Matthews
T-shirts and posters that wrap around your head to make you become my friend ‘Trevor Burks’.

After studying abroad I had to leave one of my best friends in Minneapolis. As a joke I produced t-shirts and posters to give to my friends back home, so when ever I missed Trevor they’d put them on and pretend to be him.

Jun
6th
Sat
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No phrases for the weary

There’s a spinning,
That’s yet to visit this year,
Makes all the colors I have
somehow beautiful.
Makes them somehow
Fill the page.

Try not to think too hard about it.
Afraid I’ll chase it away with
hard pursuit.
Surely it will come.

Naps help.
Sunshine, too.
And the pink, soft, velvet underlip
Of a dog who nuzzles my cheek to say,

Get off the laptop.

Jun
2nd
Tue
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