He followed me around the lobby saying, “Are you sure you’re not rich?”
“We Smiths are never rich,” I said. He seemed taken aback.
“Are you sure your name is really Smith?”
“Yes,” I said, “and even surer that we’re related.”
- Patti Smith, Just Kids
Art Nouveau walls (Taken with Instagram at The Random Tea Room) #Philadelphia
Saturday morning natural dyes - Red Cabbage
Do you remember when we went to see CMYK?
Do you mean CSNY?
—The boys at brunch. This gem did not go unnoticed. xo.
I don’t mean to be bold, but may I hold your hand?
(Source: raptorific, via adrianuro)
She’s a dancer who doesn’t dance and her friend is a painter who doesn’t paint.
#4. Clowns
#3. Your friend looking like a clown.
#2. Clowns eating your brains.
#1. A man making the threat-promise that he won’t stop until you finish…but now you never will. Forever.
Sparkling wine & an INSTAGRAMOFF. What better way could there be to welcome home your ex-expat best friend? Only the finest for you Tapper.
Welcome back to ‘merica.
My neighbors cook these Sunday night dinners that make the whole building smell of amazing Latin American scents and spices. Pretty sure no one is excited about the toast this culturally deprived white girl is burning for dinner in apt #5.
I’m the culinary weak link of the building.
