Typographic. Alphabet Bags
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One of my absolute favorite under-the-radar lifemoments used to be when someone would call my name out loud. In high school, just one hallway holler of “MARSH!” and suddenly my whole head space was prepped, cleaned, and ready to host the world’s most epic sleepover. In college, however, my friends and acquaintances seemed to prefer the rumblings of a really good full name, so my instant mood elevator sounded a lot more like “Ehhhhhhmeeeeee MARSH!” Nowadays though, living in a place full of strange and unfamiliar nobodies and somebodies, my goodtimes rarely originate in this way. Of course there’s the occasional, ohmygodwhatareyoudoinghere, but actually recognizing a passing streetface and yelling his or her name out loud at full volume in the middle of the city seems to just thoroughly exceed almost everyone’s threshold for awkward terror (mine included). That’s why these made my day:
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they’re kind of like those
shoutouts from my familiar.
totes! right back at ya.