Diverting History of Little Whiskey

I love this house and the property. Click to see more beautiful pictures.

This is what 3 hours on a party bus in downtown nashville with 25 people, a keg, a gallon of jager, a gallon of vodka, a gallon of rum, and a gallon of whiskey will do to your knees (apparently).

battle wounds.

discodazzler:

Anya Marina - Whatever You Like (TI Cover)

For your listening pleasure on this Sunday evening.

simonf:

(via)

theduty:

LEGO Architecture Series

duty design toy boner.

tragos:

littlechini:

Via Con Me - Paolo Conte

Listening to Paolo Conte’s music is like having your friend make you laugh when you’re having an extremely bad day. Your bad day is both acknowledged and assuaged, all at once.

I need this in my life more often.

brieknowsthings:

[The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart, Margaret Atwood]

I do not mean the symbol
of love, a candy shape
to decorate cakes with,
the heart that is supposed
to belong or break;

I mean this lump of muscle 
that contracts like a flayed biceps,
purple-blue, with its skin of suet,
its skin of gristle, this isolate,
this caved hermit, unshelled
turtle, this one lungful of blood,
no happy plateful.

All hearts float in their own 
deep oceans of no light,
wetblack and glimmering,
their four mouths gulping like fish.
Hearts are said to pound:
this is to be expected, the heart’s
regular struggle against being drowned.

But most hearts say, I want, I want, 
I want, I want. My heart
is more duplicitious,
though no twin as I once thought.
It says, I want, I don’t want, I
want, and then a pause.
It forces me to listen,
and at night it is the infra-red 
third eye that remains open
while the other two are sleeping
but refuses to say what it has seen.

It is a constant pestering 
in my ears, a caught moth, limping drum,
a child’s fist beating
itself against the bedsprings: 
I want, I don’t want.
How can one live with such a heart?

Long ago I gave up singing
to it, it will never be satisfied or lulled.
One night I will say to it:
Heart, be still,
and it will.

flannelowl:

Simen Johan - Until the Kingdom Comes

i think this is beautiful.

GPOYW - my shirt is having a fiesta. my heart is not.

time to put on a smile and socialize with people. at least i have cute shoes.