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One of my favorite memories of my dad was going “bud hunting” every spring. He would carry me around and we would inspect all the trees for signs of new growth. It really sucks that my dad’s last few months were during this year’s horrible winter. I don’t know if I believe in an afterlife, but I like to that his death was him crossing over from this world into a place where it’s warm and there are flowers—where it’s spring, always.

One of my favorite memories of my dad was going “bud hunting” every spring. He would carry me around and we would inspect all the trees for signs of new growth. It really sucks that my dad’s last few months were during this year’s horrible winter. I don’t know if I believe in an afterlife, but I like to that his death was him crossing over from this world into a place where it’s warm and there are flowers—where it’s spring, always.

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nextyearsgirl:

I’m wearing basically the business casual equivalent of pajama jeans to work today and I am simultaneously extremely paranoid everyone is judging me and feeling delighted like I’m getting away with the world’s greatest trick by wearing faux-silk lounge pants with a blazer.

I have some black athletic pants that are for some reason cut like dress pants and I do this all the time and it’s great.

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dusktreadereats:

thegoddess-afrodite:

reblogalert:

Lifehack: Accidentally text the wrong person? Immediately put your phone on airplane mode and once it fails to deliver, delete the message.

This can save lives

Oooohhhhhhhh.

Ok but how would this work if you can’t get your phone into airplane mode before the text goes through—my texts go through within like one second, unless its a picture (though this would probably be especially useful for wrongly sent pictures)