Saturday, August 15, 2015
Mango spring rolls
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Friday, August 14, 2015
Blue taped Xs over doors
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Thursday, August 13, 2015
In solitude you don’t need to make an impression on the world, so the world has some opportunity to make an impression on you.
— Claire-Louise Bennett, “Claire-Louise Bennett on writing Pond,” The Irish Times
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Why?
— Jason
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Not another crazy teenage life.
— “Another Schoolday,” The Hollywood Brats
Monday, August 10, 2015
He has all the vocabulary of a considerate person.
— Lily
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Ceiling tile.
— David Foster Wallace, The End Of The Tour
Saturday, August 8, 2015
The red tide rises.
— Kenny
Friday, August 7, 2015
You just had to go with the 4x4!
— Jeremy Renner, Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation
Thursday, August 6, 2015
See I’m running off food right now. But soon it’ll burn away; I’ll be a wick without wax.
— Lily
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
So you can make us little dioramas?
— Someone in editorial
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Walk
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Monday, August 3, 2015
Ask me once a day not once an hour.
— Jason
Sunday, August 2, 2015
If you love a car for the road trips.
— Watsky, “Sloppy Seconds,” Cardboard Castles
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb…
— Mason
Friday, July 31, 2015
And you better bet I’m living every single day like it’s the motherfucking Catalina Wine Mixer.
— Watsky, “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,” Watsky
Thursday, July 30, 2015
The life that drove me to make pen pals and to take atlases home from school.
— Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
When I close my eyes I see an owl but with the arms and head of a bunny.
— Lily
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Knocked the architecture right out of his legs.
— Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
Monday, July 27, 2015
One, two, eyes are blue.
Three, four, chocolate core.
Five, six, legs are sticks.
Seven, eight, celebrate.
Nine, ten, begin again.
Three, four, chocolate core.
Five, six, legs are sticks.
Seven, eight, celebrate.
Nine, ten, begin again.
— Lily