Rockwell’s painting re: freedom of speech - a guy standing up in a room full of people speaking up
American beer is tasty, refreshing and cheap. All in all, a good thing. #millerlite4eva
It is! If you’re ever in Tulsa this is a guaranteed good time.
A sticker on a cabinet at this bar reading “mamas don’t let your cowboys grow up to be racists”.
An old gas station price sign on the wall of this bar reading “918” - i do love this town.
A sticker with a basset hound on it reading “do a lil drugs play a lil country music”
Vouching for dat ass
Me and my friend Bird smiling in a selfie
A neon sign in a bar window proclaiming “Sorry We’re Open” - sorry is red, we’re is white and open is blue.
First beer in a while
Sh does enjoy the attention ☕️
A pretty brown cocker spaniel is laying all stretched out on the back of the sofa. She has gold eyes and pink and orange tags hanging from her purple collar. There’s a gray blanket on the back of the sofa. In the background is our front door with a horseshoe over it for good luck. 🍀
Having coffee with one of my best girlfriends - meet Rosie:
an old picture (2021) of my cats when the twins were kittens, maybe 3 months old. My old cat Ripley (a light gray tabby, bug chubby fellow) is laying on a multicolored rug next to a shiny pillow. On the pillow are two snoozing kittens, one curled up in a ball, and the other's feet are dangling off the pillow. They're both tiny gray and brown tabby cats. It's a very cozy scene.
This popped up in my photo memories today. The twins will be 5 in May. How the time flies.
Me, seeing the light of salvation approaching: I forgot to take my meds
Geode ice-dye tie-dye shirt. Rainbow colors
Rainbow geode 🫡
Now more than ever I’m convinced losing Anthony Bourdain meant we lost probably the biggest person on tv who advocated for the wonders of meeting new people and calling anyone online who hated learning new cultures the children they were, ruthlessly to the camera.
My father sent me a poem via email this morning and it’s very apropos - Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
Dad gets it
A member of ACT UP said that during the peak years of the AIDS crisis in the 1980s: “We went to funerals and buried our friends in the morning, protested in the afternoon and then fucked danced and partied all night.”
Because the world is on fire, it’s on us to live out loud. We need to do it all.
1976 babyyyy
All the wrong people have imposter syndrome.
DO HARM TO YOUR ENEMIES; TREAT YOURSELF WITH KINDNESS!
I love this. I hope it’s fun as hell.
youtu.be/d18UWu4dRv4
100% friend. Thank you. 🙏🏻
Thank you so much ☺️
Thank you 🙏🏻 💙
So much better! Thank you!
I’m laying on my side on a sofa and there is a tabby cat all spread out on me. He’s laying on his side, with his head on my chest and paws stretched out in front of him.
This one missed me
A white woman in the back seat of a car, smiling and waving at the camera. There’s a big goofy white guy in the front seat, taking the picture, also grinning like a maniac. They’re very happy to be reunited.
I’m home from the hospital, my brother picked me up.
I’m really sorry. Thank you for being my friends.
Find a note on my phone that starts “Hi all”
Thank you guys. 💙
