eavesdropping on adorableness
it’s hard for everyone — what matters is how you face it. right?
don’t go dissin a Texan. That ain’t a smart move.
I hope that you’ll remember / even when you’re feeling blue / that it’s you I like / It’s you yourself / It’s you I like.
“Cracked Open in Dunkin’ Donuts” — a Lori story
this video was posted by the embarrassed big sister of the singer. the baby jesus slept through everything.
last night I went to the 32nd annual Winter Solstice Concert at St John the Divine and it was amazing….
what have YOU outgrown?
all i want for christmas is you (and his courage)
and with this, I bid you adieu for the day! enjoy your saturday, y’all -
you’re part of the mud that gets to sit up, Lori! Don’t forget that.
thank you for helping me have such a wonderful birthday!
nah nah nah nah nah nah — they say it’s my birthday (eve) — well happy birthday (eve) to ya (me). never mind. Eat cake!!
this little guy was a real maverick.
pork butt pork butt pork butt pork butt. pork butt.
When you’re smiling / When you’re smiling / The whole world smiles with you
When you’re laughing / When you’re laughing / The sun comes shining through
COME ON. Smile.
In the early 1800s, people would find the initials G.T.T. carved on the doors of family’s and friends’ houses — Gone To Texas. Texas was the place to go, a sanctuary for outlaws, a place to start all over again, a place to begin for the first time. For me, it’s just home.
“you been goofing with the bees?”
lori lori bo-bori, banana fanna fo-fori, me, my, mo-mori. lori. GET IT??
I wonder if s/he wants to put this in some wedding vows, or something?
“O strengthen me, enlighten me! / I faint in this obscurity, / Thou dewy dawn of memory.” (Ode to Memory, Alfred Lord Tennyson)
wistful: Having or showing a feeling of vague or regretful longing; showing pensive sadness; a sadly pensive longing; full of yearning or longing; sad and thoughtful; longingly; sadly remembering something nice
it’s a small world after all / it’s a small world after all / it’s a small world after all / it’s a small, small world, dadgummit.
words to live by — not mine, they belong to other women….and the rest of us.
And they called it puppy love / Oh, I guess they’ll never know / How a young heart really feels / And why I love [them] her so
don’t worry, be happy now!
well, he cracks ME up, anyway. you’re on your own.
soft fabric and hard abs — my weekend!
time to listen to the Polyphonic Spree…
da da da da da da? da da DA da da da!
I don’t know who Asha Tyson is, but s/he is so right.
i think i love you, isn’t that what life is made of, though it worries me to say, that i never felt this way (harpsichord interlude)
random recommendations, mostly!
happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear sweet marnie, happy birthday to you!
i need a self-compassion intervention!
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