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What if you spent every day looking for One Beautiful Thing?


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Repost: Fallen Women…

Back in the 1930’s, William Lyon Phelps of Yale found the following sentence gleaming out of the pages of a freshman essay: “The girl tumbled down the stairs and lay prostitute at the bottom.” In the margin of the paper, Professor Phelps commented: “My dear sir, you must learn to distinguish between a fallen woman and one who has merely slipped.”

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Repost: Etsomnia™ 233: Pull the Other One…

If I needed anything from that top drawer, I think I’d just go buy a new one.

Etsom·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. The surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.) 3. An excuse for me to be an obnoxious, snarky New Yorker once per week.

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Etsomnia™ 354: Weapons of Mess Destruction

Charming toy storage, closet, & reading nook by SimreHomeLiving

Etsom·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. The surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.) 3. An excuse for me to be an obnoxious, snarky New Yorker once in a while.

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Repost: Etsomnia™ 216: Like a Rock Star!

From the Composted Dreams tour by the Department of Sanitation garage band The Garbologists.

Et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. The surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.) 3. An excuse for me to be an obnoxious, snarky New Yorker once per week. Continue reading


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Repost: Etsomnia™ 256: Shaken, Not Stirred!

Etsom·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. The surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.) 3. An excuse for me to be an obnoxious, snarky New Yorker once per week.

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