I love writing, nostalgia, and scruffy-haired boys. also, clean sheet day.
I'm good at napping, vodka, holidays, songlyrics, obscure quotes, snuggles, moral outrage and maps.
I'm bad at keeping secrets, being tactful, showing restraint, confrontation, jukeboxes, paperwork, being on time and Really Important Things.
this is kind of a scrapbook.
this is a blog.
this is stuff I get paid for.
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she’s not just a plaything:
she expects love
just like a man
— gram parsons, ‘do right woman, do right man’
Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to un-employment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives … and to the ‘good life’, whatever it is and where it happens to be.
it’s odd for a kid to have a crush on dennis wilson. isn’t it? either way I totally did.
some people like marc have a flame that just burns so brightly they are restless and insatiable. they are relaxed, yet always on the edge at the same time.
— tommy emmanuel
