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[artcab]

Awaiting my birthday present #NeilOliver at #Windingwheel #Chesterfield with Adrienne, thank you x (at Winding Wheel) https://www.instagram.com/p/BputqX9g0wD/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=460tnu57mmjx

[charliehopper]

Couple few weeks ago @misterryanadams declared this “a Tuesday album,” so here I am back on the elliptical after vacation going through all four sides. Best Dylan album by someone not-Dylan, which is a lot of people. Starts with a Subterranean-Homesick-style exciting jangle but then Ryan Adams’ songwriting gifts kick in on the bridge-coda thing of “To be young etc” and it goes all pretty and yearns in a different direction. Then Ryan manages three A-plus-plus songs in a row, Winding Wheel, Amy, (flip to the 2nd side), Oh My Sweet Carolina. He may never top that seemingly tossed off feat. Those three, totally Ryan Adams style, not Dylanesque, just so expertly lovely. Then a bunch of enjoyable songs that vary in their I-just-was-listening-to-Blonde-on-Blondeness. Main difference is there’s something in Ryan’s voice that makes everything seem actual and heartfelt and weary but always pretty and a little wistful. That’s how he got by with that album of Taylor Swift songs two or three or four years ago. He’s blessed by being able to sound like he means it. Just a great rock / alt-whatever singer. My son and his friend and his friend’s Dad and me drove to Pittsburgh a couple summers ago to see Noel Gallagher and got a Ryan Adams show (sort of “instead...” Noel opened for him—we didn’t realize they traded back and forth and my son is a huge Oasis/Noel fan; but Ryan had so much fun and did so much good stuff including Wonderwall it was still a great show). I still like this album of Ryan’s best, though. It makes me want to write some songs and make an album. I wish I could sing. #ryanadams #heartbreaker #amy #windingwheel #ohmysweetcarolina #damnsamiloveawomanthatrains #dylanesque #tuesdayalbum #vinyl #vinylcollection #treadmillsoundtrack #ellipticalsoundtrack #wrotetoomuch (at Noblesville, Indiana)

[larryshipsthat]

I was tagged by @sing-about-being-free thank you :) 1.Take Me Home or Midnight Memories- Midnight Memories 2.MM or Four- Four 3.Four or Made in the A.M.- Made in the A.M. 4.Alive or Rock me- Rock me 5.Moments or I Want to Write You a Song- Moments 6.Walking in the Wind or Clouds- Walking in the Wind 7.No Control or Temporary Fix- No Control 8.Through the Dark or Fool’s Gold- Fool’s Gold 9.Actual book or E-book- Actual book 10.Coffee Shop au or College au- college au 11.Canon or au- au 12.Tattooed or Non tattooed Niall- Non tattooed tbh 13.Short Haired or Long Haired Louis- louis' always cute but short hair 14.Skinny jean Harry or Jean shorts Harry- Skinny jeans 15.Bearded or Non-bearded Liam- non-bearded :) I tag: @windingwheel , @jimmytfallon , @lahrystylinson @larrystylesvevo , @stylinson-rendezvous , @leeds-larents

[windingwheelsupply]

Nothing changes or gets better without hard work. Ready to work even harder this year. Big thanks to everyone who has worked hard with us to help Winding Wheel this past year 🍻 #leadaquietlifeandworkwithyourhands www.WindingWheelSupply.com (Direct Link In Profile) ______________________________ #usa #madeintheusa #madeinusa #america #american #americanmade #godblessamerica #handmade #handcrafted #smallbusiness #leather #leathergoods #windingwheelsupply #windingwheel #windingwheelsupplyco #liveaquietlifeandworkwithyourhands #madeinamerica #madeforlife #edc #everydaycarry #2016 #donttreadonme #1776 #2a #saltlakecity #slc #utah #ut (at Salt Lake City, Utah)

[evakissa13]

Be my winding wheel

[wemovedtheforniture]

February 26th 2015 and February 27th 2015. He saw them togheter and better still she's still his winding wheel.

[linusmayhew-blog]

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Would you like to smoke a cigarette?

Joseph balked before asking; it wasn't exactly a turn on, he thought, were she to say no - so many found the habit repulsive these days, while he romanced every little puff.

Sure.

He breathed a sigh of relief, for both the simple fact she didn't find it repulsive, and that he was getting nervous. She held a glass of the wine he had brought over, and he remembered those days when he would be carrying one, too (or probably the bottle), taking the nervousness away; he would have smoked regardless of her feelings about it.

It had been a long day, his last. He and _____ had really just met, but this city was so small, incestuously small to a degree, the chances that they had brushed elbows at some point were extremely high. They had slept in, not by design, only due to the fact that they had stayed up talking until they realized it was almost 4am, and woke up too late to get her kids off to school. Maybe it was the fact that it was the end; maybe it was that she was new, beautiful and enthralling, but he was restless despite that late hour and could barely muster the courage to touch her hand as they lay in bed. He woke up and kissed her almost immediately, knowing that it would end there, as the kids had already been up (and in the room, he was sure the door was shut). 

This ought to be interesting.

The last day was anything but interesting, on the contrary. It was actually eerily normal, the way that he continued to glide into the lives of others to the end. Even spending time with _____'s children, to whom he woke up a stranger, went surprisingly well, and towards the end of the day, her daughter slept in his arms as Joseph carried her home from the park while telling her son tales about climbing volcanoes, making a promise that he would bring him one day if he didn't make it on his own.

Now, it was just the two of them, on the porch, dimly but colorfully lit by small plastic lanterns. He took a drag on his cigarette; should he tell her that today might be the last day he ever draws a breath? Is that fair? Even he didn't know the outcome, and opted for silence in that matter. He could tell, too, that she had a lot on her mind. For a mother to introduce her children to someone sporadically like that, he could only imagine what she was thinking watching them get on so well. There was also but a thin veil disguising the years of mistrust accumulated in relationships gone sour, three hearts broken at a time.  Before saying anything that might spoil the rest of the day, he stood up.

I've had a wonderful day.

He leaned down, kissed her forehead, and before she could say anything, gently placed his index finger on her lips.

I'm not going to say anything else, either. Please, let's just leave it at this.

She nodded, perplexity of the abruptness of his words melting away as they made eye contact.

God she's beautiful, he thought. The children raced through his mind as he walked out the door and down the stairs. Opening his car door, he looked back up...the trees hid her face; all he could see were those colorful lanterns. He sat for a moment, wondering no more of what tomorrow would bring. As he drove off, the ghosts that weakened his body, his heart, hovered, dumbfounded at the days events. On these pages they were identified, and thus they would now remain.

[linusmayhew-blog]

I have 3 weeks left to live

Working on a piece titled 'Funereal'. Really excited about this one, actually inspired in part by Mark Twain, in part by Neil Gaiman. If you have anything you'd like to say to a dying man (me), please do so.