Tag: doritos
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thoughts from a morning commute
We fixate so much on when seasons of darkness come, but sometimes faith feels like driving blindly into the sun … cresting suburban hills via physiological memory in the golden hours of late May. Even when it’s bright we can’t always see where we’re going. How many things had to have gone “wrong” – and […]
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The Beautiful Letdown
Sometimes you just need to listen to Switchfoot on the train ride home while having 7up & Doritos for dinner. Here’s to flavor dust, humanity, and not belonging here. ~ b
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quarter life crisis
Sometimes I get weirded out by how hyper-contexualized everything is. Like, I live in a century where Doritos are a thing. And I get off of a loud, but eerily empty train long after it’s dark ~ but before it’s “late” ~ and make a pit stop at a giant rectangular building filled with food. […]
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