days-of-the-week items, breakfast/brunch, freakshows, bikes, pretty much anything coffee-related, crumble. i f*cking love crumble.
other people who agree that, despite some common assertions: 1. leggings are not pants 2. the bike lane is not a parking space 3. fox is not a news station, and 4. fruit salad is not dessert.
RIGHT NOW i can't stop listening to: the blow, frou frou, jolie holland, the microphones, joan jett sing crimson and clover, stars, the hold steady.
you should totally be able to link to your netflix page *right here.*
if you put waffles in your VCR, it's better than any show or movie you've ever seen. except Six Feet Under, which is the best show ever made.
One Hundred Years of Solitude, The House on Mango Street, The God of Small Things, The Satanic Verses, All the Names, Lolita, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler, Love in the Time of Cholera, Blindness, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, The Alchemist, Everything is Illuminated, The Yellow Wallpaper, Bastard out of Carolina, Harold and the Purple Crayon
vero is my eyeliner hero. my bike is my transportation hero. ali miller is my sexual rights hero.