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All in Office Supplies
Lo-fi office supplies blossomin’ right in our path. Straight up fairy-tale livin’. Every day I’m traveling is a way of life – snap that photo, wipe away the grime. Sometimes we just need a little sign.
Whooshin’ by, feathers fly. Runnin’ wild, but we ain't scared. Chickens everywhere. Huntin’ lo-fi goods among the hustle and grind. Senses overloaded – dreams be comin’ true. Chaos wears a smile.
Amber, green, and yellow – rubber bands drippin’ gold. Fightin’ back crowds, hustlin’ tight rolls. Lo-fi goods flyin’, everybody want one. Who dat? Mom-and-pop stand holdin’ court like they own the crown. Snap to it!
Star-crossed. Sealed with a kiss. Howlin’ wind, breath it in. Feel the energy in the air? Hometown feels givin’ us chills. And whatever comes – BIG smiles and bright eyes, lo-fi goods hangin’ tough.
Backtrackin' familiar tracks. Searchin’ for the past. Tick tock. Tick tock. Times changin' – reachin’ for rewind. Stop. Time won’t pass us by. Droppin’ fly goods like an old-school mixtape. Just press play.
Mad at the world. Exasperated by life. Sour Georgians be chuckin' lemons. Watch out – this ain't no friendly game of dodgeball. They throw shade wonderin' why it ain't rainin’ lemonade. But we be cold chillin' with a sweet stack of lo-fi office supplies.
Guided by moonlight, holdin’ onto hope. Low-down travel adventures gotta have faith. Fueled by pinky swears, glowin’ on juicy lofi goods – Colombia’s got a grip. Hold me tight, but let me go. Ride or die – bring on the bad romance.
Lo-fi goods that shine so bright – butterflies and smiles. Touch the paper, smell the ink, scrawl my name. We ain't here to play no game. Pull down a cloud and ride it high. Poland – our love lockdown.
Lookin’ out, lookin’ in – southern exposure. Leavin’ the familiar in the rearview mirror. Which way to paradise? Southern playas playin’ but we don’t quit the hunt. We all out here. Who’s left inside?
Hit the pavement, feet to the fire – reunion to reunion. That fire that ignites? Temperature’s risin’. Burn, baby burn. Out of the ashes, we come hard – slangin’ lo-fi office supplies and handin’ out hi-fives.
I grew up with Vietnamese friends, so way before I visited a corner nail salon or had my first bowl of phở, I ate bún chả giò. Another thing I learned about Vietnamese culture? Their deep connection with Buddhism.
Huffin' and puffin', struggling with the weight of a heavy past. Serbia be aching – but never stopping. When shit gets weird, embrace the crazy – like a Vinjak-fueled dance party endin' with the cabbage dance.
This Italian company was founded in 1935 – so it makes sense that these plastic tape dispensers be throwin’ some major vintage vibes.
Slow burn, that love story gone wrong… Nah. The Eternal City makin’ it right. Home away from home – the love-to-hate relationship turnin’ into one big love fest. How come the sun shines so bright in Rome?
Sometimes you score big in little ways – namely, mini Vietnamese staplers that are TRICKED OUT.
Step by step. Lookin’ forward, never back-peddling. HCMC makes no breaks but we got the flow. Scootin’ by to score supplies, doin’ how the locals do. Embrace the pace – movin’ fast then sippin’ slow.
Coffee and cigarettes, time slipping by. Half-built buildings here, there, everywhere. A ghost town in the past? Nah – Albania be on the up. Schemin’ for the future – one big lo-fi step at a time.
Down under, we drove up and down the coast. Following leads, wiping off dust. Reading signs, deciphering code. We fossick – pannin’ for gold. Stationery gold.
Goin’ ALL OUT for the New Zealand Booster Pack! Pen and pencil, notebook, index book with alphabet tabs, AND a vintage protractor?? SO MUCH MAGIC.
