Bon Iver wanted to show me that it is okay to cry when you are sad. He squeezed his eyes shut and his face was marked by sorrow. Moments later, his eyes were wet. He shuddered. ‘Bon Iver,’ I said, and placed a hand on his bare chest to calm him, ‘what made you so suddenly sad?’
He choked and wiped his eyes. ‘Deforestation,’ he whispered.
COMING SEPTEMBER 2012: WE WILL HAVE A POD CAST.
DO YOU LOVE IT?
DREAM TEAM.
An homage to the sugary, sticky, shirt-totally-stained-and-it’s-okay Summer mascot of many a childhood.
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Katie Fritz: Perspective!
What was entirely not funny? The hot panic of waking up in the middle of the night with pajamas full of grainy shit and waddling to the bathroom, aware that I’d have to wipe up my criminal trail with all the hand sanitizer in my bag. Not funny? Crying on a toilet for lack of anything curative….
This is my best girl. She’s having adventures in India and elsewhere. We’ll be meeting in Germany to drink our way through Europe.
She likes to talk about her poops.
RAWR
I’m a simple woman. I like handsome dark-haired men and breakfast foods.
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(Source: darthxrevan, via taimeothy)
“There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one’s self, the very meaning of one’s soul.”
― Edith Wharton
