In other news

The giant scab on my knee from my inebriated fall at the bar last week fell off today.

Can’t take me anywhere.

muffpunch:

bunnyfood:

(via dailypicksandflicks:Rosalinda Lascano)

It is so unfair that I can not have a pet pig.

Lila said that exact same thing yesterday as we were driving to get our hair cut. She tried every angle to convince me to get a little pink baby pig for her for Easter, then when she ran out of ideas and arguments, she said that. Spooky.

On the left is my foot right after I dropped a large cast iron skillet on it this afternoon. On the right is six hours later, sporting one hell of a goose egg. I haven’t cried about physical pain like that in a very long time, and now my whole neighborhood knows the word mothercunter. This best not fuck with my CHSH boot/dancing mojo, is all I’m saying. Sorry to hear about your foot, cutlerish. Something in the water today?

I could get used to this view, even tho I love living in town.

I could get used to this view, even tho I love living in town.

I’ll take every bit of green you’ve got.

I’ll take every bit of green you’ve got.

GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ 1927-2014

thetinhouse:



“Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez
Photo: GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ 1927-2014  Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching. ― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Rest in peace, beautiful soul. 

Drove past the annual controlled burn of the Prairie Grass Preserve behind the KSU Wellness Center. My car got very hot very quickly.

Drove past the annual controlled burn of the Prairie Grass Preserve behind the KSU Wellness Center. My car got very hot very quickly.

Porch stories.

Porch stories.

Sometimes the bamboo tells you where it’s at…

Sometimes the bamboo tells you where it’s at…

asker

Anonymous asked: What is a word for the over powering urge to kiss someone, potentially shared by the other person?

houseofjules2:

word-stuck:

basorexia

n. an overwhelming urge to neck or kiss; a strong craving or hunger for kissing

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Mmm hmmm.

I still say this word is the wrong word, and is one made up by someone who has never kissed, but whatever, it’s still very much a THING.

Haven’t listened to this album in years, and years, and years.

with-grace-and-guts:

Tiffany Mitchell w/Ruthie Lindsey via Instagram

Espalier! Swooooooon. 

with-grace-and-guts:

Tiffany Mitchell w/Ruthie Lindsey via Instagram

Espalier! Swooooooon. 

(via thatkindofwoman)

coyotesqrl:


causticgrip:

party-wok:

braiker:

Are you fucking kidding me? Did we all just wake up in 1938?

Jaw on the fucking floor.

wow…

No. We just woke up in 2014. This shit never changes.


I can’t. 

coyotesqrl:

causticgrip:

party-wok:

braiker:

Are you fucking kidding me? Did we all just wake up in 1938?

Jaw on the fucking floor.

wow…

No. We just woke up in 2014. This shit never changes.

I can’t. 

quixotekid:

I have to agree with scholvin. 

Lucinda Williams scares the shit outta me. 

Not only does her voice give me the shivers…the sound of that guitar! It’s perfection. 

The song is the shit. Lucinda is my hero, and any time I go to music circle, I try so hard to get into a Lucinda state of mind with my singing. Last time I actually kinda got there, and it felt amazing. Not imitation. But energy. This song is amazing. 

Here’s how checked out I am right now - I pulled my earbuds out of my ears this morning when Lila got up, and when I went to put them back in a half hour later, part of one was missing. I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it at all. 

I just found it. 

In my ear.