Blues and Haikus

ka$ia
I am so fucking resolute. I am so fucking tired. I am so fucking thirsty. I don't jive well with tricks. IPA's are the bee's knees. If you feel like dancing, dance with me.
thugkitchen:

Tell your problems to wait until normal business hours for bullshit because YOU NEED A FUCKING DAY OFF.  But don’t ruin a good time by using tonic that has fucking corn syrup. That sweet syrupy shit will ruin the taste and your waist.  
 

ENDLESS SUMMER GIN AND TONIC

6 ounces tonic water (check the label - don’t buy any of that corn syrup bullshit)
3 ounces gin
1 tablespoon fresh or frozen blueberries
2 basil leaves
juice of ¼ of a lime

-or- 

6 ounces tonic water
3 ounces gin
4 slices of cucumber
1 inch of fresh rosemary
juice of ¼ of a lime

Throw the blueberries and basil (or cucumber and rosemary) in the bottom of a glass with the lime juice. Mash that shit around with the handle of a wooden spoon or some other blunt object. No need to go Incredible Hulk on this shit, just lightly grind them around a couple of times to release some fucking flavor. Add the gin and tonic and stir. Drop some ice cubes in that bitch and kick your fucking feet up.

Makes 1 dope ass drink

thugkitchen:

Tell your problems to wait until normal business hours for bullshit because YOU NEED A FUCKING DAY OFF.  But don’t ruin a good time by using tonic that has fucking corn syrup. That sweet syrupy shit will ruin the taste and your waist.  

 

ENDLESS SUMMER GIN AND TONIC

6 ounces tonic water (check the label - don’t buy any of that corn syrup bullshit)

3 ounces gin

1 tablespoon fresh or frozen blueberries

2 basil leaves

juice of ¼ of a lime

-or-

6 ounces tonic water

3 ounces gin

4 slices of cucumber

1 inch of fresh rosemary

juice of ¼ of a lime

Throw the blueberries and basil (or cucumber and rosemary) in the bottom of a glass with the lime juice. Mash that shit around with the handle of a wooden spoon or some other blunt object. No need to go Incredible Hulk on this shit, just lightly grind them around a couple of times to release some fucking flavor. Add the gin and tonic and stir. Drop some ice cubes in that bitch and kick your fucking feet up.

Makes 1 dope ass drink

(Source: thugkitchen)

Barring that my knees can keep up with my mind, this is my ultimate dream job. Fascinating report. Lots to think about and consider.

Oh, Aimzzz.

A bottle of toothpaste lasts a long time when you’re alone. 

I could continue to try to dictate this pseudo law of control in an attempt to govern my emotions. But maybe I ought to allow myself to feel it all, real, bold, and unabashed. I’ve forced restrictions on myself and how can one help from questioning whether or not it is robotic? What is it that I’ve done to myself? Some sort of precaution I’ve taken in order to protect myself, but from what exactly? 

vsauce is the best.

Trailhead of Mount Borah — our crew worked 27 days unifying the trail to the peak. 
Challis National Forest, Custer County, ID

Trailhead of Mount Borah — our crew worked 27 days unifying the trail to the peak. 

Challis National Forest, Custer County, ID

Keaton Henson

—Grow Up With Me

warshing:

"Grow up with me.

Let’s run in fields and fear the dark together.
Fall off swings, and burn special things,
and both play outside in bad weather.

Let’s eat badly.
Let’s watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy.
Let’s sit in the back of the car,
making eye contact with strangers driving past,
making them uncomfortable.

Not caring.
Not swearing.
Don’t fuck.

Let’s both reclaim our superpowers;
the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth.
The ability not to fear social awkwardness.
To panic when locked in the cellar;
still sure there’s something down there.
And while picking from pillows each feather,
let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed,
forcing us closer together.

Let’s sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces;
sticking our tongues out at passers by.
Let’s cry.
Let’s swim.
Let’s everything.

Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over.
Classical music is boring.
Poetry baffles us both;
there’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant.
Plays are long, tiresome, sullen, and filled;
with hours that could be spent rolling down hills,
and grazing our knees on cement.

Let’s hear stories and both lose our innocence.
Learn about parents and forgiveness,
death and morality,
kindness and art,
thus losing both of our innocent hearts,
but at least we won’t do it apart.

Grow up with me.”

(Source: iio0oii)

Alaska

I think that we all knew this would happen one day. Of course I’d be the one to float away. 

Aw, Daniel.

I love Montana, but I miss the ocean. 

I love Montana, but I miss the ocean. 

Shit

I still need to find an apartment in Helena. 

New tattoo.

New tattoo.