I’ve hung up my overalls

& am unemployed again.  RIP farm dreams.

(* I’m the Lenna she’s talking about!!)

thepickandthespade:

i spent my weekend scaling abandoned funicular tracks in the jungle.

fuck yeah tucuman 

(lenna, I thought a lot of you!)

wholesome parade fun with a beach ball. #nofilter (Taken with instagram)

I’m sitting in the car with the dogs while the boys play basketball in the dark. I can’t say why I came or why I brought the dogs, they were being little terrors at the house.
I’m itchy.
Working outside for the past two weeks has left me with poison ivy crawling up from my ankles to my right eye lid. Luckily, it’s cool in the car. Otherwise I’d worry my flesh would hang in shriveled strands by the time the boys were done.
There’s a musical quality in the way the dogs rustle in their sleep and their tags clink together. As far as I know they have melted into a single mass of tongue, teeth and tails.
My legs are folded and resting on the dash and as I sit in the growing blackness I can no longer see my heels. Just the toes of my left foot are illuminated by the floodlight above the garage.
It’s too cold for moths.
I haven’t showered yet so the whisper of my hair or the touch of a stray cotton fiber from my cut off jeans has me imagining ticks and spiders crawling all over me. They shiver into the back of my tee shirt and slither between my toes.
The basketball game has only been going on for an hour but still I hope it ends soon.

I’ve been wounded playing basketball with Gilbert. (Taken with instagram)

“sorry, were you trying to sit here?” #nofilter (Taken with instagram)

COLIN, you show this to Alex and demand how he cannot support such a BAMF. (But don’t really.)

(I reblogged this from a thousand different places but deleted the history because it was weighing me down. Don’t hate.)

(Source: ziprage)

fuckyouverymuch:

We love hanging out with you. 

it was a long night. (Taken with instagram)

fuckyouverymuch:

We dream.