The bone broth in those days. My G-d.
another post about the hipster cafe epidemic, this one written while drinking a lavender lemonade.
Today I’m working at a vegan café which is attached to a nutrition shop which is attached to a very…
the ugliness of the created world.
A fly’s life is entirely filth. He and all nature’s other decomposers are there to remove out of sight what you can’t bear to look at. They’re a lot like funeral directors, in that way.
meetings, church services and karaoke.
If you could be instantly present anywhere in the universe, would you choose a place where a teenager was playing the electric drums and it smelled like a cafe inside a UPS Store?
#childhood: a series of neutral observations about the ridiculousness of tiny humans.
Preschoolers are only a little bigger than the average house cat, and far smaller than the average dog. They can feasibly accomplish what I’ve only dreamed about: to ride the back of a chocolate lab as if it were a horse.
Ryan Masters 