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I used to have long hair and look like a mom.
You’ll notice if you peep this Furby that I took some dumb pictures when I lived in Tokyo. Now you can see them all here.
We got bikes. Regular ones, not big-wheel-little-wheel bikes like you probably expected of us. Actually, Ev got a bike. I dug my filthy, 8 year old Schwinn out of storage, and guess what? Bikes are awesome.
I know. Bike people with their precious bikes, and their precious physically fit hearts, and their precious bike art, and their precious bike-themed-knits, and their precious robust, well-behaved rescue dogs, and their precious clean garage floors.
My goal is not to become one of them, but, by involving myself in their universe, to smudge their overall image by biking around town with a bad attitude and sweaty gamer hands.
Hopefully exercising for hours every day doesn’t change my complicated disposition.
(Source: hydrotoxicity)
It was a sad night in the Atl
It’s been seven hours and fifteen days
since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
since you took your love away
since you’ve been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
but nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues.
‘cause nothing compares
nothing compares
To you.
No nothing compares. Nothing compares
To you.
(Source: thedailywhat)

















