Honestly if this doesn’t make you want to shoot whiskey in a honkey tonk and do the casanova cowboy or throw out your shoulder getting bucked from the bull, I don’t understand how you function and I’m uninterested in knowing you.
January 2012
49 posts
Mama's Broken Heart
Miranda Lambert
“This is all I want with you now: a simple room, one light in the middle of the ceiling hanging on a long line, the kind you see in cheap apartments or hotel rooms no one ever remembers staying in. At night the sad weak light never reaches the far corners. It droops over a room full of shadows. It doesn’t care. But for us, light doesn’t matter here. The room is clean and bright in the day. Maybe there’s a good view out the window. It is the room I want, a bed wide enough for us to lie in comfortably. Faces close enough to feel each other’s breath.”
—Jonathan Carroll, The Marriage of Sticks (via holdonmagnolia)
Nicolas Cage covers LMFAOs Sexy and I know It
nicolas cage covers “sexy and i know it”
hello, this is now a tumblr of unlikely people singing repetitive pop songs. welcome.
“Everybody knows I’m a motherfucking monster.”
—Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
“My eyes were closed. “Can I ask a question? Will you answer honestly?” “Anything.” I straightened my back. “Are you worth it?” I heard him take a sharp breath to answer but he stayed silent a long moment. “I think so. I hope so.”
—Jonathan Carroll, The Marriage of Sticks (via holdonmagnolia)
“How to Get Your Gun Safely Out of Your Mouth
Go ahead and squeeze, but not before you put on some tea,
clean two cups, lift shades and pin back curtains. Not before the end
of this song, before dawn reaches in, before you turn the page, or
a woman apologizes for dialing the wrong man again—not before
you learn her name, how to pronounce it, how to sing it with
and without regret catching in your throat—Are you done?
Go ahead and squeeze after the hinges are reinforced on all
doors, the house secure from storm or intruder, your laces are tied,
this commercial break is over, drywall is taped, spackled,
painted—a nail driven, a painting hung and adjusted, (there is still
so much to adjust, arrange, there is time) and you write your letter,
correct every letter, scrawl the signature so swift and crooked
it becomes the name of another—relax the jaw that holds the barrel,
pull the gun out, point it heavenward, and
squeeze until the clip is as empty as chamber.” —Jamaal Versiz May (click here for more of his work, or here for his very very long list of accomplishments)
Go ahead and squeeze, but not before you put on some tea,
clean two cups, lift shades and pin back curtains. Not before the end
of this song, before dawn reaches in, before you turn the page, or
a woman apologizes for dialing the wrong man again—not before
you learn her name, how to pronounce it, how to sing it with
and without regret catching in your throat—Are you done?
Go ahead and squeeze after the hinges are reinforced on all
doors, the house secure from storm or intruder, your laces are tied,
this commercial break is over, drywall is taped, spackled,
painted—a nail driven, a painting hung and adjusted, (there is still
so much to adjust, arrange, there is time) and you write your letter,
correct every letter, scrawl the signature so swift and crooked
it becomes the name of another—relax the jaw that holds the barrel,
pull the gun out, point it heavenward, and
squeeze until the clip is as empty as chamber.” —Jamaal Versiz May (click here for more of his work, or here for his very very long list of accomplishments)
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saw your name on: Mela Phantastic's question posting. I like icecream. No wait, I fucking love icecream. That's how you got my attention; icecream in the domain name and I just started following without even checking wtf is here. Good night and farewell.
That’s sort of weird because I don’t recall posting anything on her tumblr?
But it’s mostly strange because, ha ha!, joke’s on me! I can’t even eat ice cream! Every time I convince myself I can, my body revolts for like 12 hours straight! Even better than that, joke’s on you too! You got fleeced into following a blog named after a Mariah Carey reference! One that Mariah fans don’t even like all the time! Ha ha!
But, like, welcome anyway, brohio.