Notes:

1. chilitoserrano liked this
2. natespringer liked this
3. emersongraves liked this
4. peterr reblogged this from wolfami and added:

   Chicago, it’ll make anyone its bitch.

5. anomolly liked this
6. musici reblogged this from gutterxflower and added:

   it’s drippy in the south too windows NOT open cause it’s freezing i’ll keep hoping that this rain will turn into snow...

7. glorydaaays reblogged this from gutterxflower
8. gutterxflower liked this
9. gutterxflower reblogged this from americannickmare and added:

   Windows: open. I’ll take a thunderstorm any day.

10. vaginalbloodconsumer liked this
11. americannickmare reblogged this from wolfami
12. bioluminescentemospacecanine liked this
13. wolfami posted this

When we die, these are the stories still on our lips. The stories we'll only tell strangers, some place private in the padded cell of midnight. These important stories, we rehearse them for years in our head but never tell. These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.

Christi. Chicago. Rock&Roll. Pianist. 50's. 23. Roseanne. Reader&Writer.
Out of my damn mind.
I dig chicks with nose rings and lipstick that will leave a mark.
Same for guys, hold the lipstick.

Lunchbox Theme V0.1 by johnlempka.