This Paper Life

I read, write, and post pictures of ginger girls. That's about all you really need to know.
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And now I can’t get to sleep because my brain is broken.

well, i just figured out how my iPad stand/case works after a month of having it…

made some jasmine tea and now i’m enjoying the tempestuous weather that just popped up outside

Morning Tea

thispaperlife:

                The teapot whistles on the gas stove; the lid bounces and rattles from the turbulence trapped within. A pinch of dried leaves is dropped into a wide, shallow, bowl-like cup. Removed from the stove, the kettle’s tune drops an octave before ceasing completely, replaced by a wisp of steam that curls and dissipates in the invisible current of wet spring air that flows in through a cracked window on this rainy near morose March morning. She pours the hot water against the side of the cup to minimize the sound, a habit inherited from her mother.

                The tea leaves, caught in a whirlpool undertow, float about wildly before settling on the bottom of the cup, releasing their pallid yellow hue and scent of wildflowers. The effect is not instant, though she wishes it was. Tea takes time. The rumble of distant thunder finally reaching her house startles her ever-so-slightly; the downpour follows shortly behind. The tempest has escaped the teapot.

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That is one amazing eyebrow

Even better, I have two!

I would sell you for a box of tissues
if i saw my mother crying or to wipe her lipstick off
she had never told me i should go to bed
i would find a way to place everything you did
if i meant that i could feel as guilty about the kids
the braces that you paid for with your grandma’s ring, so they could sing

i should probably tell you that i’m sorry i was wrong
when i gave my word that i’d be here for very long
i proposed before i really loved you for yourself

and it’s breaking up my heart
(i don’t love you anymore)
and it’s breaking up my heart
(i don’t love you anymore)

you were kind enough to let me back into the house
after all the things i said when you had thrown me out
the water that you left for me when i got warm
i forgot to clean out the closet next to where we slept
the short sleeve shirts i wore on friday’s chest
let the two boys pick from what is left

and it’s breaking up my heart
and it’s breaking up my heart
and it’s breaking up my heart
(i don’t love you anymore)
and it’s breaking up my heart
(i don’t love you anymore)

(Source: Spotify)

i am really into cannibalism

someone has been giving out my phone number to bill collectors

that person is named Brandi Gibson…

that person’s older family calls me every-so-often and an old woman screams into the phone

“BRANDI?”

“No, m’am, still not Brandi.”

“CAN YOU GET ME BRANDI?”

“No, this isn’t her phone and I don’t know…”

“CAN YOU TELL BRANDI TO CALL ME?”

“M’am, we’ve been playing this game for nearly two years…”

“JUST TELL BRANDI TO CALL ME”

“Righty-oh.”