Thanks, Dolly

If country music has taught me anything, it’s that heartache is a universal experience that hurts like hell, and keeps the whiskey flowing in the dives and tonks. Just have to grin and bear it, and try to find something worth singing about.

My friend Bill and I are talking seriously about moving to Seattle next year. I love, love, love the Pacific Northwest, and I have stayed away from there for six years because of my ex. No more. I am so incredibly tired of living the South, and I need a break. I can’t wait to live in a blue state.

My friend Bill and I are talking seriously about moving to Seattle next year. I love, love, love the Pacific Northwest, and I have stayed away from there for six years because of my ex. No more. I am so incredibly tired of living the South, and I need a break. I can’t wait to live in a blue state.

(Source: workingwithprogress)

cumbermums:

Benedict being enchanting in an country American accent as Little Charles in August: Osage County. 

srsly. she is so lucky. 

His little face *squee*

Yeah, this is all sweet and shit until it is reveled that these two lovers are brother and sister. August: Osange County is that sort of southern family drama. 

(Source: mrs-zefron, via courtesiren)

Lovely ladies. 

Lovely ladies. 

(Source: 90spunkrockfeminism)

little-trouble-grrrl:

bikini kill performing in washington DC in 1992

IT IS 8:50 AM.
I AM CONSUMING LARGE QUANTITIES OF COFFEE WHILE WATCHING “THE PUNK SINGER.”I WANT TO SMASH PATRIARCHY SO FUCKING MUCH RIGHT NOW. 
IT’S LIKE IT’S 2008, I AM STARTING MY MA IN WOMEN’S STUDIES, AND MY ANGER IS A RAW NERVE ENDING.
GOOD MOTHERFUCKING TIMES.
This has been an all caps post, brought to you by my coffee-fueled feminism. 

little-trouble-grrrl:

bikini kill performing in washington DC in 1992

IT IS 8:50 AM.

I AM CONSUMING LARGE QUANTITIES OF COFFEE WHILE WATCHING “THE PUNK SINGER.”

I WANT TO SMASH PATRIARCHY SO FUCKING MUCH RIGHT NOW. 

IT’S LIKE IT’S 2008, I AM STARTING MY MA IN WOMEN’S STUDIES, AND MY ANGER IS A RAW NERVE ENDING.

GOOD MOTHERFUCKING TIMES.

This has been an all caps post, brought to you by my coffee-fueled feminism. 

One Hour Later After an Emotional Post About Heartache and Whatnot

I had a good cry and now I am over it. 

Eating cheese, wearing comfy pjs, drinking diet coke, and watching a Tennessee Williams movie.

Moving on. 

DELISH

DELISH

(Source: memewhore, via kissing-carrion)

Oh, I am in a Mood Tonight

Long story short, I got in touch with the one person that I have ever really loved and, true to form, he disappointed me. Years may pass, but some failings are forever. Sorry for the bitter lady song spam, but at least I have good taste. Laura Marling is especially good for these kind of things. 

 

 

Devil’s Resting Place | Laura Marling - Once i was an Eagle

I woke up one morning to know that I had gone
Finally taken the step and jumped right off the wall
When you come to call on me that’s why my eyes are glazed
I’ve been with the devil in the devil’s resting place
I am loathed to say that I have been to stay
I’ve been with the devil in the devil’s resting place

When you ask to drink of me I think out on the case
Look down to my aloe cup and take myself a taste
Bitterness is thick like blood and cold as a wind sea breeze
If you must drink of me, take of me what you please
I am loathed to say it’s the devil’s taste
I’ve been with the devil in the devil’s resting place

Water won’t clean you, water won’t clean you
You only hold yourself to the things you do