meredithhaggerty:

I woke up like this, I woke up like this. 

Someone’s window unit is on the fritz.

meredithhaggerty:

I woke up like this, I woke up like this. 

Someone’s window unit is on the fritz.

lifeaquatic:

Baaahahahahaa lizlemming

Yep.

lifeaquatic:

Baaahahahahaa lizlemming

Yep.

(via fatmanatee)

jessicaxmaria:

beca is moving in a few days and I gave her a bottle of Grimm BFF IPA as a going away gift (her last name is Grimm, it seemed fate to find the mooning angels label the other day). She gave me a cut from her tape gun razor poking through her bag. I bled on the street. Thanks, Beca. I’ll miss you! (Kinda.)

Jessica is the best and I super regret beating her hand up.

Dear Catarina,

I was walking down Avenida Central this afternoon, looking for a new brown belt, when the rain roiled up out of nowhere. I stepped into a fabric shop to keep dry until it passed. In front of the shop was a young woman, she couldn’t have been much older than you, sewing on a machine. I watched her as she pulled pins out of what had just been sewn, as she made folds and measurements in what still needed work, as she held the needle between her lips. I thought of your lips. And then, feeling like a creep, I moved to the back of the store. Bolts of fabric were propped up and leaning against the walls, one in front of the other. Where the fabric ran off the end of the roll, it hung down over the bolt behind it, as if in an embrace. I thought of you again. It seems there’s nothing in this world that doesn’t remind me of you.

Yours

// via The World In Half, by Cristina Heríquez

First time I’ve returned to fiction in a while. Not mad about it. Wishing it hadn’t taken so long.

Hey look. That’s my granny in 1956 on the far right. She has style for miles but she’d hate me for saying that. And although her geometric collars are always crisp, she still prefers to be barefoot and sits with her legs bent all crazy in chairs while she throws back a Coors.

We all need heroes and she’s a pretty decent one, IMO. The alarmed kid (my dad’s cousin??) front and center is a strong contender, too.

TOM WAITS: Live Circus

Shout-out to that one night in college I spent in the Florida Theater in a sequin’d shirt, clutching a Pacifico and positively sobbing to this man for two hours. The way he writes is something fucking genius.

JOHNNY ADAMS: Georgia Morning Dew

Sigh.

Stop it.

GOSH CHIPS

No, I’m loading up a big truck July 30 and heading south to resettle in Atlanta.