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my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.
my mom is a well intentioned yet nosy mom and she always wants to hook me up with people. it leads to some text message gems so the other day i went through and screenshotted the best. please enjoy.
one of my favorite things in Brooklyn Nine Nine is when you can tell the writers were like “you know, Andre Braugher is an extremely talented Shakespearean actor who graduated top of his class at Juilliard…..what if we took advantage of that for our sitcom”
In illustrator David Álvarez’s recent charcoal works, the night is a character that walks the countryside. See more of “I Dreamed I Was the Night” here.