sounds like: The Smiths, The Ranconteurs, The Roots, and The Black Keys.
tastes like: pomegranate/ginger/celery juice, avocado, whole wheat toast with homemade honey butter. Honey butter that hasn't left my desk since Stephanie gave it to me.
feels like: My toes are cold, I am rocking it out at all the things, and today I am going to draw on a chalkboard and have an artsy fartsy meeting with re:collective. New art projects in the works, hells yeah!
smells like: victory. and buttah.
photo via some blog I read but I have already closed the tab so now you're sol.
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