January 2012
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Buying New Experiences, Not Things, Tied to... →
Okay, I remember reading about this somewhere a long time ago… I’m kind of happy my personal philosophy of doing cool things rather than owning cool things finally has some scientific backing…
psychotherapy:
via Psych Central:
A new study suggests that those who spend money to do things are happier than those who spend their money on possessions.
In the study, investigators...
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If life were a movie
Its like a scene from a movie.
Cut to girl driving. Her whole life packed away in suitcases and boxes. A sad song plays. The sun rises behind her. The trees are lifeless. The hills, barren. And the road endless. All the frustrations of bad timing and useless arguments about “what-if’s” trailing her like a shadow. Cut to boy laying awake in bed. The blinds are drawn but its...
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That awkward moment when...
…Even your manfriend realizes everything you own is flannel…
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Trident Booksellers and Burnt Coffee
It’s freezing outside. He sits down with his hands full. Waits for me to stop writing and move the books I piled on his side of the little table. I don’t look up as I do it. Sliding paper and cardboard under my notebook. Making sure they are neat and lined up before pushing them a little carelessly to the side. The mug is placed in spot just vacated. Steaming, soothing and bitter....
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The last time I'll see you, Tom
We met in Central Square. I could see him across the street wearing the same oversized thrift store wool coat he bought last winter. His face was covered in curly unkempt brown hair. If I hadn’t known him, if he didn’t carry the air of hopeful college senior, he could’ve been someone down on their luck looking for a buck.
I hugged him. Remembered just how skinny he is. And...
tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
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New friends in frozen wastelands
Black. Everyone in the train car is wearing black. Faces turned down. Avoiding eye contact. Focusing on phones and ipods and ereaders. I feel antiquated. The heavy tome in my lap, a piece of momentous work and tireless effort, feels awkward and massive. And suddenly 1,000 pages seems like 1,000 years. I can’t help but feel uncomfortable standing crowded against at least four strangers. My...
