MOM: you should get an electric blanket
me: nah that’s silly
MOM: nah it’s warm!
me: unnecessary plug load
MOM: is your comforter down?
me: not enough? ha
MOM: it might be synththetic
if you get a down comforter, you will be warmer
or find someone to sleep with….
Sent at 1:06 PM on Friday
me: WOW MOM
I just read that last one
Sent at 1:22 PM on Friday
MOM: just wondering if you were paying attention
me: I’m at worrrrrk
me: you can’t ctrl+z what you said
MOM: I could’ve meant a dog
me: but you didn’t
Before I can even get a first date, I want to skip it and go straight to cuddling.
Forgetting how good it was is hard enough, but being bitter that you didn’t appreciate the time isn’t any better.
Who will posses your heart? Who will posses my heart?
For all you photo nerds out there…
Robert Frank’s Red-and-Yellow Brogues, Circa 1974-1975
The groundbreaking Swiss-born photographer Robert Frank spent two years crisscrossing the United States, photographing all strata of society. In all, he shot some 28,000 frames. The result was his 1958 magnum opus called The Americans, a searing look at the contradictions of life in the U.S. Frank accidentally left these shoes at the Visual Studies Workshop in Rochester, N.Y., while working with film students in the mid-1970s.
(see more — Shoes of the Very Famous)
What I want to respond with.
The text I received from a dude I’ve ignored because I didn’t know how to nicely say no.