Every day from tomorrow until April I'm going to wake up thankful that I live in a place where it never snows.
Man, I hate snow. More than almost...
I think about all of this stuff nearly every day and it kills me because there’s no good option and we’re all...
My recent flower of choice.
keys to every single garage and gate on potrero hill in SF.
“Prosciutto will always make me think of one time I was coming out of a train stop and a girl was standing at the top of an escalator yelling at...”
I should stop taking photos of my roommate’s boyfriend, lest he get the wrong idea.