This place is the truth.

All the ambience of a convenience store but uh-mazing food.

One of my fam’s all-time faves.

"If you don’t have anything nice to say…"

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Maybe if I got about in something similar to this jazzy number, people would know more about what’s up with my grief situ and stay outta my fascia/ off my lawn.

Even though they represent such tragedy, these flowers are all so beautiful.

Just like this little ping-a-ding , please send all your bloggish love to Turkey where my Dad is in a really bad way. My Mum, my sister and I are here to support him all we can but we need all the thoughts and prayers we can gather xx Alice

(Source: brilliant-at-whatever)

Goat Rodeo Sessions - Here and Heaven

I am obSESsed with this song. Getting back to my bluegrass roots.

Also, hey there new music crush Chris Thile (oh, you know which one it is, I don’t have to describe him - please, it’s not Yo-Yo Ma). Mostly because he says things like this about the formation of another one of his ramshackle bands:

“We got together one night just to drop a ton of money, drink too much wine, eat steaks, and commiserate about our failed relationships. We had gotten to play together a few days before and we had said that we needed to do something musical together. With our hearts smashed to pieces, it became more urgent”

Inspired me to make a Spotify playlist today names Roses are Red and Grasses are Blue.

Wake up in the morning, feeling shy and lonely,
gee, I gotta go to school…

Of all the things I hadn’t yet done in New York City, watching the marathon was top of the list.

On a beautiful Fall Sunday afternoon, I wandered up to Central Park amidst the turning leaves to cheer on the final 2 1/2 miles of the NY Marathon.

I was prepared for their to be running, and I was prepared for there to be cheering. But I wasn’t prepared for the heart-warming enthusiasm of the whole caper.

I’m not afraid to say I let a couple of tears escape as the waves of beaming marathoners swarmed into the park, welcomed by cowbells and handmade signs and “You’ve got this!” and hollering the names and countries emblazoned on t-shirts.

And then I joined in and yelled myself hoarse for 3 hours as the runners who needed the most encouragement kept putting foot in front of the other. I made new buddies in support crews and found ourselves roaring inappropriate support such as “I find you attractive” and winking at runners. What has become of me?

It really warmed my heart to see all these supporters from around the world, shoulder-to-shoulder with the usually brusque New Yorkers, whooping it up in the Park. And the runners - from the walkers to the sprinters, from the silent weepers to the ones looking as if they had won the whole hoopla - you have my complete awe and admiration.

I went to the Tompkins Square Park Halloween Dog Parade.

I’m not ashamed. It was hilarious.

We should be talking more about this.

How many “celebrities” were paid to perform at Gaddafi’s famous NYE parties, coyly turning the other cheek to the fact he was, you know, the worst?

You got all that cash money? Don’t be a jerk about it.