leaving the thrift store excited about ur haul then getting home and realizing u bought some used clogs, a pair of sailor’s breeches, and a child’s t shirt that just has the word “trucks” printed on it
Beautiful spring evening. I’m outside with a cup of coffee. Zero notifications on my phone likely because I’m difficult to like and contribute very little socially. God bless
A reminder of a pretty etymology to brighten the day. The ‘daisy’ takes its name from the Old English ‘dæges ēage’, ‘day’s eye’, because it opens its petals at dawn, and closes them again at dusk.
Wearing a hat is of course an act of bravery. where clothes may accentuate form and become an extension of the body, the hat announces its alienness….It says look at me Im a Hat. It disrupts
can’t conceive a more utterly sexless object than the apple watch. some of the most beautiful strangers i’ve seen have had their auras tainted by the functioning computer strapped to rubber around their wrist. whatever happened to intrigue? or romance? it sickens me.