Some jerk of a salmon told Lydia the sea cow that her seaweed laurel made her look like Medusa and now she’s not sure if she wants to wear it anymore.
- Animals Drawn Poorly With Lasers Shooting Out of Their Eyes
Self portrait.
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- I first heard Etta James while buckled into my aunt’s truck during a particularly cold Seattle winter. The heat blasted as I struggled to stay awake. I was 6. NPR was playing. Saturday night jazz. Her voice was beautiful, but I couldn’t understand why she was repeating “battleaxe” over and over again. The song was At Last.
- In 10th grade Laura Saffioti gave me Etta James’ greatest hits for Valentine’s Day. She just understands, she explained, sitting on the dirty carpet of the theater building lobby, looking out on The Wall, where the objects of our affection wore wallet chains and pushed their greasy hair out of their eyes.
- I moved across the country and into my first apartment after college graduation. It was essentially a barn with no kitchen, 20 foot ceilings, and no door to the bathroom. It did, however, have a blue clawfoot bathtub. I would get home from a long day of feeling entirely inadequate and put I’d Rather Go Blind on loop while sitting in the tub. She always understood.
(Source: coketalk)
Auto-Lullaby
Think of a sheep
knitting a sweater;
think of your life
getting better and better.
Think of your cat
asleep in a tree;
think of that spot
where you once skinned your knee.
Think of a bird
that stands in your palm.
Try to remember
the Twenty-first Psalm.
Think of a big pink horse
galloping south;
think of a fly, and
close your mouth.
If you feel thirsty, then
drink from your cup.
The birds will keep singing
until they wake up.
By Franz Wright
My goals are simple: I want true love, a dog, a baby, and to write a book that’s featured on a table at Urban Outfitters during the holidays.
And these nails, obviously.
(Source: bon-bun)
These dogs have been scamming us for years. MNN.com (that’s the Mother Nature Network, by the way, and I have no idea how I wound up there) does some hard-hitting reporting and blows the lid right off of selfish walkaholics.
P.S. For all its faults, MNN did redeem itself by pointing me towards a video of otters chasing butterflies.
