When pigs fly (via suitep)
I’m over at a friend’s house tonight, and we’re sitting on their back deck overlooking a gorgeous view, having a lovely evening, when all of a sudden I pull some spazz move, and my very sentimental ring flies off my finger, over the railing of their deck, and into the bushes. They have a lovely back yard filled with low shrubs and trees. Actually…tons of shrubs and trees. There’s no way I will ever find that ring.
I even used the little pig light on my keychain and everything.
Portland night (via suitep)
A pilot lives above my sister. I don’t think he’s home much, and maybe he just needs to celebrate Christmas in May.
California Oak (via suitep)
They were really old, ‘z.
And gorgeous.
jessicagoldharalson:
bruma:
Does somebody know this book?. Our teacher in Script class highly recommended it to us, he brought it up when we were talking about “No Country for Old Men”, apparently it’s from the same author.
Has very good reviews at Amazon, let’s see if they have it on spanish in the book store. I’m intrigued.
RUN, DON’T WALK TO READ THIS BOOK. I AM SERIOUS.
/caps
The Road is amazing. Cormac McCarthy writes a haunting spec fiction tale of family and survival in a post-apocalyptic American landscape.
An instant classic and hands down one of the best novels of the early 21st century. Not hyperbole, I promise.
The Road was my number one most favorite book I read last year, and strangely enough, No Country for Old Men was my favorite film.
I started reading The Road at 7:30 on a Saturday morning, and I absolutely could not put it down until I finished it. And then I burst into tears and called my sister.
via ww1.prweb.com
In Portland with my sis, and heading to La Casa De Las Flores near San Diego tomorrow. There are 35 California Oaks on this estate, some of them 600-800 years old.
And it used to be John Wayne’s ranch. I’m going to walk like him all weekend.
via don’tfuckwithme
Don’t make me kick your ass. Because I could. In my brand new glasses, with my 52 year old self.
Really frightening birds-eye view of a climber navigating the famous climbing sector of El Chorro in Andalusia, Spain, built in 1901.
If you suffer from vertigo, it may be too hard for some to watch this. I know I squealed a couple times. Especially when the climber comes across whole sections of the trail that have crumbled away, and he’s forced to use the iron rail that originally supported it.
Jakob is e-mailing me again.
jessicagoldharalson:
I respect him a lot for taking the time to e-mail me, actually.
Unlike Julia, who basically just wanted to pick a girl-fight with me, he seems to be interested in what I have to say. Even if that’s just BS, I respect him for starting a dialogue rather than being immature, even though he has no incentive to do so as I’m a lowly Internet peon.
Even if I find his persona annoying, no one can argue the fact that he’s talented and quite intelligent. That’s probably the last I’ll say about it for a while (unless something thought-provoking of his gets reblogged — I don’t follow him).
OMG, I said something nice on the Internet. I hear the skiing’s good in Hades right now.
People will always surprise you. Just when you think you know something about someone, they’ll catch you off guard. Jakob Lodwick did that for me in this. Just try and see if you can’t watch this and laugh a little. The joyfulness and the silliness just cracks me up. Not to mention not caring if you look like a total dork. I wish he would show us this side again, sometime soon.
Make sure you read the description. How can you not love it when someone says…”come on, it’ll be fun!”
My favorite moment? 1:30, definitely.
mytoday:
I photographed my dear friend and her father today. Their relationship is something so special. I hope she knows she gave me back a piece of my father today. The part I’ve been missing for a few months now.
This is just lovely. And it brings back wonderful memories of my own dad. Thanks for sharing this.
yourdp:
holy shit! look at all the Kansas City Tumblrs!#@%^ Too bad we’ll never organize into anything productive. (sigh)
Get on it , mrcookieface.
