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I had a boyfriend who told me I’d never succeed, never be nominated for a Grammy, never have a hit song, and that he hoped I’d fail. I said to him, ‘Someday, when we’re not together, you won’t be able to order a cup of coffee at the fucking deli without hearing or seeing me.
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My best friend Anna Puiia posted this. Apparently it’s from a Christmas album by jazz duo, Ekimi. I wouldn’t initially assume it’s a holiday tune, but it does capture this time of year in a melancholy yet hopeful light. It’s also just pretty damn beautiful as is.
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No words.
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HAIR. DEAD.
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The dishwasher can become a holiday war zone
- With Thanksgiving looming, the topic of loading the dishwasher, in some households, is an even more loaded subject than politics.
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What a guy.
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WHAT.
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