Forever is composed of nows.– Emily Dickinson (via musingsinfemininity)
Rod Sherwood’s living-alone indulgences center on his sleep cycle. A music...– NYTimes, February 23, 2012, ‘One is the Quirkiest Number’ Soulmate! Okay so I’m not the only one.
Buttermilk Roast Chicken.
Stuff. I have lots of it.
Glad to know I’m not the only junior hoarder out there, according to this article written by a couple in Good magazine. And in line with them, I think it’s not that bad…until I move. Usually how it happens is, I’m in the middle of one of my up-the-stair trips holding a couple garbage bags, when I just sit down, catch my breath, look around, feel the sweat dripping down...
“The poopbutt witnesseth the Voldemortian... →
Atrocious kablooey Spina bifida, how I love thy sound.