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Following Fireflies

Anything and everything that fascinates me or flies across my brain at any time.

How much do I want thee? Let me count the ways.

How much do I want thee? Let me count the ways.

lauramcphee:

Cartes des visites, Parisian prostitutes, c1925-35

(via millexmille)

Today on the train, a conversation springs up between two formerly unknown to each other men sitting in facing seats. One young, one old, just talking about neighborhoods. The grey-haired half gets off the train at an early stop, and a twenty-something woman replaces him in the seat. She has earbuds in. The conversation does not pick up.

The sound of Venice Beach:
Car alarm wailing
Thudding bass line from a Rihanna song
Marijuana dispensary hustlers trying to make a sale
Intermittent cheers from muscle beach
Crunchy mom talking to we kids as she feeds them edamame

I saw the girl with Alias-red hair again today. I forgot that, when you’re commuting, you start to see the same people every morning. She’s more dressed up today, with a polka dotted headband. I also noticed that she has an engagement ring on when she lifted her hand to put in an earbud.

Today on the Train

A man biked by the train while we were stopped at a street crossing. Wore a neon yellow vest (the kind that says, “Please don’t hit me,” a baseball hat, work boots, and had a coffee sack full of something strapped to the back of his bike with orange bungee cords.

I know that I basically live on a beach, but I want to be on a floating picnic table real bad right now. 

(via 13 Things I Found on the Internet Today (Vol. LXXXII) | Messy Nessy Chic)

I know that I basically live on a beach, but I want to be on a floating picnic table real bad right now.

(via 13 Things I Found on the Internet Today (Vol. LXXXII) | Messy Nessy Chic)

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