the vamoose,

Goose Eggs
Joanna Newsom
Goose Eggs

And every season, somebody burns
Downtown, taking turns–
Taking a bus, to take a train and just plain vamoose.
Now the wind blows coals over the hills.
Honey, I’ve been paying my bills
But, honey, it’s been a long time since I’ve come to any use.
And it hurt me bad, when I heard the news
That you’d got that call, and could not refuse

A goose, alone, I suppose, can know the loneliness of geese
Who never find their peace, whether North, or South, or West, or East,
West or East;
And I could never find my way
To being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me
‘Til the needing had ceased.

wttg-larry-and-co  asked:

*Joe immediately kicks the bedroom door in, grabbing his suitcases and hurriedly starting to pack* "Roman, Roman grab everything and start packing, we need to leave right now! I mean right, right now! ASAP! We're gone, out, vamoose! Let's go, we gotta fucking b l a s t."

Roman fell out of the bed, stumbling to his feet. It was the middle of the night and he was in his boxers. “Joe what in the actual FUCK are you on about?!”

What really really REALLY annoys me about the HP fandom, is the constant ever growing obsession with the Marxauders. They’re dead, okay? Gone, vamoose, hasta la vista. Can we please start focusing on the possibility and potential of the nextgen? I’m tired of hearing about the same four boring men again and again, when we can have genderqueer Teddy, and leader of a girl gang, boy seducing lesbian Victore, and trans Albus who insists everyone call her Allie.