Saturday, November 5, 2011

Fly This Girl as High as You Can





















Driving to work on a day I didn't want to get out of bed, I saw this on the back of a truck. And thought "you fucking have today, so appreciate it."

Thursday, October 20, 2011

And we sing with our heroes thirty-three rounds per minute





















Some things, babe, they never told you.Some things papa done ain't right. Spend a lifetime just to get over, You always said my mama tried

Sunday, October 9, 2011

And my first sin was the fear that made me old



You'd think with all these thoughts screwing around in my mind I'd have more to blog about. But it just seems I can't sort anything out right now...

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Did You Hear Your Favourite Song



And I wonder which song they're going to play when we go I hope it's something quiet, mannered, peaceful, and slow. When we float out into the ether into the everlasting arms, I hope we don't hear Marley's chains we forged in life. Because the chains I've been hearing now for most of my life, and the chains I've been hearing for most of my life. Did you hear the '59 sound coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song one last time? And I wonder were you scared when the metal hit the glass, see I was playing a show down the road when your spirit left your body. And they told me on the front lawn, I'm sorry I couldn't go, but I still know the song and the words and the name and the reasons. And I know because we were kids and we used to hang, and I know because we were kids and we used to hang. Did you hear the '59 sound coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song one last time? Young boys . . . young girls, young boys . . . young girls, ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night, ain't supposed to die on a Saturday. Well they ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night, ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night. Did you hear the '59 sound coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song one last time? Young boys . . . young girls, young boys . . . young girls

Monday, August 15, 2011

Deep In the Hundred Acre Wood























You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.-Christopher Robin

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Owl Post!


Nothing like a letter to start your day off (especially when you recieve it on the day of a big exam!) From the bestest sister ever <3

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Thursday, June 16, 2011