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I don’t really believe in cars, but I drive one every day and I love that it gets me places and makes life so much easier and faster and I don’t know what I would do without it.

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humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?"
"Probably sitting at the kitchen table with my dad, an hour after my mother died, realizing we had to figure out what we were going to do for lunch."

Uhhh wow, did not expect that! Would’ve been 100% normal if the sentence stopped at “died” or even “do.”

humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?""Probably sitting at the kitchen table with my dad, an hour after my mother died, realizing we had to figure out what we were going to do for lunch."

Uhhh wow, did not expect that! Would’ve been 100% normal if the sentence stopped at “died” or  even “do.”

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kateoplis:

1905

I see the present-day view many days a week now. This first spooked me, and then I thought someone took creative liberties with Photoshop. Weekend brain!

kateoplis:

1905

I see the present-day view many days a week now. This first spooked me, and then I thought someone took creative liberties with Photoshop. Weekend brain!

Reblogged from liannakristine|53,052 notes

Jeanne Ray (via shetakesflight)

Feeling this. I engineer my entire order backwards based on a preliminary glance at the desserts before ordering drinks, to make sure I can finish everything.

(Source: the-healing-nest)

Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn’t she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn’t a person with discipline; that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what’s served on the happiest days of your life. This is a story of how my life was saved by cake, so, of course, if sides are to be taken, I will always take the side of cake.

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Taking the train? Be sure not to take it to the face.

Taking the train? Be sure not to take it to the face.

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littledidiknow:

Spirit animal

(Source: flowergrowedwild)

littledidiknow:

Spirit animal

Kiddo grabbed the near-empty dressing from the fridge door, scurried to drop it in the recycling bin, retrieved it and the empty OJ container, and returned to organize the fridge in such a way.

Kiddo grabbed the near-empty dressing from the fridge door, scurried to drop it in the recycling bin, retrieved it and the empty OJ container, and returned to organize the fridge in such a way.

Reblogged from beatboxgoesthump|719 notes

This looks juuuust about exactly like the burger I get at Northeast Kingdom. It struck me that here’s a good time to put it down on the record that I’ve added red meat back into my diet since moving to NY, after about 15 years of not having it.

(Source: berriescitrusavocado)

This looks juuuust about exactly like the burger I get at Northeast Kingdom. It struck me that here’s a good time to put it down on the record that I’ve added red meat back into my diet since moving to NY, after about 15 years of not having it.

Who is it?

Who is it?

Wait what?! (at L Train)

Wait what?!  (at L Train)

From earlier today: 14 months yesterday. Obsessed with climbing stairs; insists on carrying the picnic blanket for us.

From earlier today: 14 months yesterday. Obsessed with climbing stairs; insists on carrying the picnic blanket for us.

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lostinurbanism:

RJ Shaughnessy, Oakland 

Ha I saw your “he was cute too” tag about RJ. +1 on that! He helped me figure out / was super stoked on my first digital camera (a high school graduation present from a family friend) in 2000.

Every time I see his shots posted I’m never not “damn”-ing in response.