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divorce themed restaurant menu

dessert: CUSTARDy Battle

yeah that's all i've got so far sorry

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light of Aurora, Anastasia Trusova, acrylic, 2021

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Welcome to my island 🏝️

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henry island guesthouse ~ bohlin cywinski jackson | photos © as noted

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Illustration by Sophie Lucido Johnson

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Pixel Art by Philipp A. Urlich

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One sad side effect of big box stores is that you just don’t get lifelong hyper fixation guy access like you used to.

Like yeah I can go to Menards and buy a door.

But it used to be I could go to the door store, and speak to a man whose sole passion in life was doors and who would talk about the history of door insulation patterns over the last 50 years without stopping to breathe.

That man is gonna find me the BEST door option for me.

Seriously my neighborhood had one of these. They were across the street from the lighting shop owned by the guy who could tell you the exact date, off the top of his head, that your property got electrical wiring based on your address.

Now these guys rarely get to own a shop, make a good living, and sell the very finest doors for decades. They’re relegated to Reddit posts which are informative but ultimately do not replace door guy having a door shop.

I don’t want to talk to some miserable, underpaid 20 year old who was in plumbing last week and in doors this week and doesn’t know a hammer from a hanger.

I want my door guy back.