this is how we spent the day at Ace Hotel in Palm Springs; resting now before night and party are upon us in the desert

it’s good to get away

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Then I said something. I said, Suppose, just suppose, nothing had ever happened. Suppose this was for the first time. Just suppose. It doesn’t hurt to suppose. Say none of the other had ever happened. You know what I mean? Then what? I said. Raymond Carver

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BIG things happening: Nicole starting at the whitney tomorrow, Deneice booking a flight to LA for bon iver in september, Analee learning to archive emails, planning a wedding (not mine duh), and a slue of events that all equate to CHANGE

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I resigned.

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You can’t be that kid standing at the top of the waterslide, overthinking it. You have to go down the chute.

Tina Fey, Bossypants

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the day has come: n moves to NYC tomorrow

it’s happening, it’s all happening

meet you there soon,

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But I think the first real change in women’s body image came when JLo turned it butt-style. That was the first time that having a large-scale situation in the back was part of mainstream American beauty. Girls wanted butts now. Men were free to admit that they had always enjoyed them. And then, what felt like moments later, boom—Beyoncé brought the leg meat. A back porch and thick muscular legs were now widely admired. And from that day forward, women embraced their diversity and realized that all shapes and sizes are beautiful. Ah ha ha. No. I’m totally messing with you. All Beyonce and JLo have done is add to the laundry list of attributes women must have to qualify as beautiful. Now every girl is expected to have Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama, and doll tits. The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes.

oh, Tina Fey

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It was real and I repent
All those messages you sent clear as day, but in the night
Oh I couldn’t get it right
Here is a church and here is a steeple
Open the doors there are the people
And all their little hearts at ease
For another week’s disease
And eagle eagle towel and scream
I never once left in between
I was on the fence and I never wanted your two cents

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a new photo project called Dear Photograph launched. the object? take a picture of a picture from the past in the present.

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Dispatch broke up my senior year of high school and my friend adam flew to new jersey to see their final show. they’ve come back together and now years later i finally get my one and final chance to see them live.

sunday night, Greek theatre, me, adam, and every other person who ever loved this song above !

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