abbyanneplaysuke

i play the ukulele.
but before everyone and their grandma played it.
but my grandma really does play the ukulele.
but we're not hipsters.
~ Sunday, February 26 ~
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~ Sunday, February 12 ~
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~ Saturday, November 19 ~
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babylonfalling:

development, progress, growth

babylonfalling:

development, progress, growth


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babylonfalling:

The crowd at a Rolling Stones concert in 1969 at the Boston Garden. Photo by Peter Simon (who is featured in my book, along with photos of Mick from this same concert) for Cambridge Phoenix.

babylonfalling:

The crowd at a Rolling Stones concert in 1969 at the Boston Garden. Photo by Peter Simon (who is featured in my book, along with photos of Mick from this same concert) for Cambridge Phoenix.


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~ Monday, November 14 ~
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Thank you, Billy. I can’t wait to see you again in December. I love you, cousin.

Thank you, Billy. I can’t wait to see you again in December. I love you, cousin.


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i-donline:

A healthy outside starts from the inside
Portrait photographer Anna Bauer snaps the fashion world at large in a new book aptly titled, ‘Backstage’. 
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i-donline:

A healthy outside starts from the inside

Portrait photographer Anna Bauer snaps the fashion world at large in a new book aptly titled, ‘Backstage’. 

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~ Wednesday, November 2 ~
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babylonfalling:

Priveleged Reality. F. Adams for Rat Subterranean News (1969)

babylonfalling:

Priveleged Reality. F. Adams for Rat Subterranean News (1969)


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~ Monday, October 31 ~
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~ Sunday, October 30 ~
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sunday afternoon naps

oh, the bliss of a sunday afternoon nap. the weather is cool, crisp, and brilliant. my blinds are closed, but the afternoon sun peeks through, creating just enough light to wake me up in the next hour. my eyelids were heavy in church this morning, and i was longing for that moment when my toes, ankles, knees, hips slip under the covers. the stress of weekend procrastination escapes my mind for a heavenly, silent sixty minutes. the warmth of my unconscious head presses my hair against my pillow, creating a perfectly awkward crease for the rest of the day. for 1,200 seconds, sleep engulfs my mind and i am a peaceful soul. 


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One of the many sunday secrets from Postsecret.

One of the many sunday secrets from Postsecret.