■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon ∇ -. old age/aging headcanon
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
She tends to sleep on the couch more often than in her bed. Therefore, her bed is often immaculately made, and the couch has a blanket tossed over the back of it.
∇ -. old age/aging headcanon
She only becomes more and more absorbed in her work as she ages. If she is transported to another area before the earthquake which destroys San Francisco, she continues to work for whichever group she is a part of. She feels that her work is her only purpose, so it becomes her only focus.
As it turned out, “moving in” consisted of only two boxes which almost didn’t even require the use of David’s truck. Most of Killian’s possessions that had traveled between the realms were ship-related - as Belle wisely pointed out while Killian ravaged through his old living quarters, “I don’t think you’ll be needing a sextant in your house.”
So the only items that needed to be brought to the house were the few clothes that he had accumulated since arriving in Storybrooke.
They’d waited until a Saturday so Henry could be included but he had stayed unusually quiet during the trip.
Killian and Emma exchanged glances in the front seat when he’d replied to her question with only a shrug of his shoulders.
They’d sat down with him soon after they’d made their decision and he’d seemed fine with the idea, but now Killian wondered if the lad was having second thoughts.
Cô Hoà - Chồng mất, con trai đang đi cải tạo vì nghiện ngập, con gái tự tử ngay trong căn nhà này, để lại đứa con 9 tuổi bị tự kỉ. Ngôi nhà cô, thực mà nói giống cái chuồng hơn là nhà, xin sửa chữa nhưng nhà nước không cho, giờ cô không có việc làm hay lương cố định gì cả. Hoàn cảnh cô thuộc loại bi đát nhất trong số người dân phố cổ tôi từng gặp.
(Ảnh chụp bởi nhiếp ảnh gia Phan Hữu Lập)
Mrs. Hoa is a widow. Her son is in the reformatory due to drug abuse, her daughter commit suicide right in her house, leaving her with the 9-year-old daughter who was diagnosed with autism.
Her request for house maintenance was rejected by the government, though it is now much like a sty. She doesn’t have a job or a stable income to live on. Her situation is the most miserable one of all the Old Quarter dwellers that I’ve ever met.
Though this old water tower in the Dutch city of Groningen is made of bricks, it has kept the trademark spherical style of water towers, perched on top of a single pillar. The old water tower was converted into living quarters, with ample windows and a picturesque tower room on top. For reinforcement, the repurposed tank now rests on a 12-sided steel frame.
Yes, I let this blog slip a ton. I think for my second post I’ll be trying something a bit different. I’ll be talking about individual albums instead of artists in general. For some (like what will follow this brief introduction), this will include a bit of info on how I discovered the artist. That was part of the reason I started this in the first place, and I think trying to cover EVERYTHING about an artist was both too much work and too general to be effective. So, without further ado, post #2:
Townes Van Zandt is an amazing songwriter. So you don’t like country music, that’s fine with me. You don’t have to. Just know that, by writing off an entire genre like that, you’re really doing yourself a disservice.
I was first introduced to TVZ at the Belmont bar in Hamtramck on the 4th of July, 2010. Chris Tait/Tait Nucleus? of the Electric Six was bartending. I was there with my roommate, who was doing coke on the back patio while fireworks were going off throughout the neighborhood. If I am not mistaken, there was a playlist put out by DJ Jazzy Jeff of “Fresh Prince” fame playing that night. At some point, this song came on:
I had never been too big on country up until then, but apparently it effected me enough to make we want to remember it. I did what I always did in that situation (having yet to join the rest of the world in smartphone ownership) and sent myself a text with some of the lyrics that I could make out: “Close your eyes, I’ll be here in the morning”.
The problem was, I did not remember doing that the next day. All I knew was that I had a really creepy-sounding text in my phone. I kept it, thinking that it may one day prove to be important. I can’t remember how long it took me to look up the lyrics in google, but it was a while. When I finally did, though, I started to explore the artist a bit more and I loved what I found.
Live at the Old Quarter is easily TVZ’s best album. I don’t usually go for live albums, but this is how he’s meant to be listened to. All of his other albums are way over-produced to fit into the trends found in country music at the time. TVZ’s music has always been about two things, though: his voice and the guitar. That’s what’s so great about Live…, that’s all you get. And it’s wonderful.
Fans of the show True Detective may recognize this song, a particular favorite of mine:
It’s one of the rare tracks of his for which the studio version sounds pretty good, but the solo version is just so much better. Pretty much everything he wrote that was worth playing at that show he played, too. Not much is missing. The only song that springs to mind is German Mustard, but, well, the studio version pretty much nailed it that time:
My favorite part, though? His jokes. He’s a real soft-spoken guy, but he can deliver a joke very adeptly. Somehow his demeanor just makes them more funny. They’re a bit off-color, maybe not meant for polite company, but I do plan to memorize and tell them to people.
It’s a long album, but it is really worth the effort. If you’re a fan of great songwriters, this guy often gets overlooked. He’s right up there with Dylan and Prine in my book, and that’s mighty fine company.
Oh! And if you are so inclined, there is an excellent documentary about his life (which is genuinely fascinating). The trailer is below:
Townes Van Zandt - “No Place to Fall” (Live at The Old Quarter, Houston, TX)
A great live version of this Townes track, Stu and I have spent many a whiskey hazed night crying inside together to this one and others from the king of despondency.
Recently, I’ve been displaced and sort of vagabonding again. There is a clear end to this current displacement, but those old memories come back so quickly. This song fills my head many days.
For several years, Townes Van Zandt has been one of the artists that some of my closest bro-friends and I have listened to together when times were too hard for talking (Gram Parsons being the other artist). Gallagher, Derek, and Stu have shared those moments with me where we just poured the whiskey and listened to songs like “No Place to Fall,” letting Townes do the speaking, the weeping, the feeling for us.
So, as of late, I’ve had to ask for a place to crash, and I can’t help but hear myself singing, "Well, if I had no place to fall and I needed to, could I count on you to lay me down?“
And when Townes sings, "I ain’t much of a lover it’s true. I’m here then I’m gone, and I’m forever blue,” something inside me tugs.
Sometimes I feel so completely lost. I feel like no one could possibly understand. But then I listen to Townes, and I know he does. "Oh time, she’s a fast old train. She’s here then she’s gone, but she won’t come again.“