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the bestie’s ‘looking forward to looking back on these days’ look. (yours truly is on the same boat.)
so she tells people it’s quisha. guess i can live with that.

kent, jose and tom send their love, missy.
mr. steel went searching for this particular post, he says it was one of his favorite nights with you. this is my first time reading it, don’t know how i missed it. this one’s mine, back when you still thought kent was “ken” and when our lives were filled with people from creeper central. jose still nags to eat like 10 times a day bt-dubs. the boys and i were just at takashi, wish you were there to complete the foodie gang.
yesterday - leona lewis. in my mind we had so much time.
i’ll be seeing you - billie holiday.
and i’ll wake up to a text. to a new tumblr post. to an update on the get up with the get downs show. to a blueprint of our prospective taco crawl.
GPOY the accurate edition. trixie, you would appreciate this.
especially after how long it took us to (try) and convert all those daria files.
lost one of the greatest people i’ve ever known today: janice trixie layhadi. it only does right that i type something here on tumblr because this is how we reconnected. thank you for anthony bourdain, for the southern, for another good ear in music.
for never coming down from your apt to force me to learn how to parallel park.
for being you.
please forgive me for all the tough love i gave you. it’s only because i love you.
this was our city together :(
trixmix, life (and tumblr) won’t ever be the same without you.
maybe it’s a trixie influence, but i find myself jonesing for tacos. often.
1. carnitas de puerco - michoacán style braised pork, chile de árbol coleslaw, and toasted peanuts 2. carne - rosemary marinated skirt steak, potato-rajas-cactus fundido, and avocado 3. pato - dunk confit, prune mole, and pumpkin puree.
(and yes, that is ceviche in the background.)
friends (via thomasgene)
.....fleeting moments and the daily grind.
from the city of wind, in a love-hate tango with nostalgia, doubts there'll ever be a point when common will not be relevant, revels in (eases) life's cherry pits, and fueled by words & beats.





