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"And each time the joyful bark that trembled in Buck's throat was twisted into a savage growl." - Jack London
When she had twenty years, she turned to her mother, Saying Mother, I know that you'll grieve, But I've given my soul to St John the gambler, Tomorrow comes time to leave.
Good Music: "St. John the Gambler" by: Townes Van Zandt
This song groans forward, and leaves you sitting at a dark pub, counting every mistake and regret in the cracks of the wooden stools and bar tables. A haunting waltz that takes from you and gives nothing back. Enjoy!
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If everybody is grateful, how come nobody's satisfied, If a tree falls in the woods and there ain't no one around, If you heard it you could go over and whittle out a wishing box, You could write her name on something and put it inside.
Don’t worry up your mind. People are sick and mean sometimes. Don’t worry up your mind. They’re only words.
- Ryan Adams
“The road only offers us struggles, and the prospect for adventure.” - Myself”
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"Exploration is really the essence of the human spirit." - Frank Borman
“Indelicate… Get over it.”
—The Ghost Bees
“She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else’s eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.”
—The Sun Also Rises- Ernest Hemingway (via itisquitepossibleiaminamovie)
My Great Great Grandmother's Journal
A few months ago I took on the task of copying my Great Great Grandmother’s Journal onto a word file so that it could be preserved and shared with my whole family. It was written on a typewriter near the end of her life and the ink was starting to fade away. Quite a task it was, but absolutely worth it. She was born on July 15th 1883. Here’s an excerpt I especially liked about her and my Great Great Grandfathers relationship and marriage.
“After the Helper Engine was taken away from Uintah Tom went to work at Evanston as fireman and later engineer between Ogden and Evanston and Green River, Wyoming. I was very lonely when he left, as he could only come to see me about once a month, and then had to walk from Peterson Station or Strawberry side-track, which was a long walk – several miles – and I never knew just when to expect him, only as the engineer would whistle the signal, I would go part-way to meet him there.
After about 1 ½ years on the ranch where I was very unhappy and lonesome he persuaded me that we could both be very happy if married and were always together, so on Thanksgiving Day, Nov. 2, 1900, we were married and went to Evanston, Wyoming, on our honeymoon.”
Its 3:18 AM. I can't sleep. Not for any reason. So I'm going for a walk and I'm sure it will be glorious. The empty streets are mine.
