I’m an old soul. Why can’t my love be old, too?
Relationships are so much harder these days.
Conversations became texting.
Arguments became phone calls.
Feelings became subliminal messages online.
Sex became way too easy.
The word “love” gets overused and taken out of context.
Insecurities have become our way of thinking.
Getting jealous is just a bad habit.
All trust is lost.
Cheating is now an accident. Oops!
Being hurt became natural.
Now running away is the only feasible option.
Acne is basically an extremely unfair game of whack-a-mole.
I’m getting too old for this nonsense.
My grandpap died suddenly of a heart attack today.
He was a month and a half shy of turning eighty-five, my lucky number and personal [age] life goal.
Why do people say ‘grow some balls’? Balls are weak and sensitive. If you really want to get tough, grow a vagina. Those things really take a pounding.
I just passed a group of ederly people standing on South Grand with signs wishing everyone a happy Friday. ♥ Smiles all around.
Give me that old-fashioned morphine
- Jolie Holland
The Saint Louis Connection: William “Billy” Burroughs (novelist, poet, essayist, and spoken word performer) was born in STL in 1914.
This creeps me the fuck out.
…may have just found the house I want to live in.
There are a couple of these adorable Victorian houses in my mother’s hometown (Indiana, PA) and I have been pining over them for over two decades…
The older I get the more I love flings.
I’m not nineteen anymore, but who’s counting? ;)
While trespassing through the woods, I discovered several abandoned houses. I wasn’t able to take anything large, so I just nabbed these little trinkets. :)
I grew up out in the middle of farmland. This abandoned house isn’t far from my home, and I’ve always been captivated by it. I used to sneak in all of the time as a kid. Recently, I went back for a photo shoot.
This is the back porch (or what is left of it).