#on the road again

[careyakane]

10:00 PM - Ramadan Hotel by Grand Canyon

Somehow, we left the cold, drove four hundred miles west, and found ourselves right back in the freeze. $62, the cheapest sleep of the trip—and compared to the Texarkana Super 8s or the car that keeps rearranging itself into a scrapyard of belongings, this room is a lavish palace for us to stretch our legs out and find more than a foot of space to call our own.

The front desk lady, in her kind greeting and easy speech, pulls my mind to the stark difference from our first night in Kent, Ohio, and the ancient receptionist with ashtray eyes and fingernails that have been growing longer and longer each day I’ve been alive, stained yellow from a hundred thousand pulls of cheap cigarettes that offer some thought of hope in that forgotten town of ice.

The room is so damn clean we forget to lift the mattress in search of red specks of blood and bedbug carcasses. Kii, in his unbroken emerald wool military jacket, is back pacing around the edges of that mind cage that’s kept him burning up all day in sad knots of helplessness and outbursts. Owl, having found the end of his patience, with a firm shout that both cares for and scolds Kii, cuts down any hope of pity, and the room falls quiet around his voice.

“YOU KNOW THIS IS ALL MEANINGLESS. READING INTO HER LIFELESS POSTS. YOU ARE ONLY HURTING YOURSELF. YOU NEED TO JUST CUT HER OUT, MAN. STOP THINKING ABOUT HER AND JUST CONTINUE ON.”

I mumble in agreement and wait for the long sigh or grunt that always escapes Kii when he comes to some understanding or acceptance.

They go out for cigarettes, and I look at the wall a while, picturing all that is unresolved in my life, all that I wish for—a million damn things at the same time, and I grow tired in the clutter. I speak in incoherent drawl through the night, or so Owl and Kii tell me, and so it usually is when my mind is far away and searching as I find sleep. Back to Los Angeles and my own bed to greet me at last.

[colinarcartperson]

It’s August! Please bear with me while I post nothing but Yeehawgust this month!~

“On the road again”

[desert-love]

[motocrunch]

[harrywavycurly]

Not to alarm anyone but it’s been nine years since the last One Direction concert.

[undergroundrockpress]

Where it is shown that LSD is an essential musical instrument for the blues.

Canned Heat - On the Road Again live at Woodstock 1969

[victormalonso]

on the road, once again | víctor m. alonso

[newkatzkafe2023]

WukongVerse Incorrect quotes #35 Before We go🏖

(Y/N) and her monkey husband are going on a weekend trip, but as usual, she goes over the rules for the monkey kings first

(Y/n) Ok boys, this weekend's safety brief😊

(Y/n)(Points at NR and BMW) Don't add to the population 😑

(Y/n)(Points to Netflix and MKR) Don't subtract from the population 😥

(Y/N)(points to HIB,Lmk,and D.O) Don't end up in the hospital, newspaper, or jail🙄

(Y/N)(sighing), and if one of you does end up in jail, assert your dominance immediately😒

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[ahellalottafandoms]

9 years since the arena erupted into screams and cries... ❤️

(Can anyone else hear Unconditionally by Katy Perry??)

[careyakane]

4:08 pm Memphis TN / 1:21 Am Texarkana TX

Mahogany tables beneath bourbon walls and a black ceiling as Carl, the saint he is, pours sweet tea and recommends the dry ribs. He holds himself as a gentle man, moving slowly with a little extra weight on his left as he steps towards the kitchen to fetch more of the drink. Damn the sweet tea—tables full of that honey nectar, the water of the South—brought swiftly over worn hardwood floors that have known the feet of many joyous, dancing folk. Folk with soft voices that end each phrase in kind words and affirmations, folk that meet and hold a gaze loyally, just like a deer is loyal to the headlights of its end.

For a moment, I dread the harsh hiss of my peers in the West; anxious fools we all seem in comparison to these tender souls of Memphis. The land of B.B. King, the land of the blues. “See you boys next time,” Carl seems to sing as we step back to the road and begin again. Soon the sun has expanded until she floods everything in sight with a color just like that of the sweet tea. Train yards, groves of locust, drowned fields of soybeans, a sandy full moon low to the horizon, and suitcase towns all burn up in her hand as we fly west.

With time, the snow slips back into the landscape, and just past 10 p.m., we arrive at a deserted navy hospital perched above Hot Springs Arkansas. A thousand windows lay dark, like the eyes of some terrible creature of the sea. The building feels alive, restless to sit drained of the life and death that once filled its halls. Towns like this make me rejoice for my destination, and I swear I saw envy in the eyes of those bound to stay as we stopped for coffee and waffles—“just passing through” written all over us.

Now, an hour past the reset of the day, we stop to sleep in a Texas hotel “under renovation,” or so a greasy fox of a man says, as I am sure he has said each night for years now. I’m not sure how one could fix anything with the sad sum we cough up, and so I turn my head away from the missing drywall and stained mattress and write of the day’s unfoldings. Austin tomorrow.

[tilbageidanmark]

Willie Nelson

[the-sunshower-artist]

It’s a wrap! Here are my YeeHawgust illustrations!

“On the Road Again” & “Greener Pastures”

“Desert Rain” & “Coyote Prowlin”

“Fool’s Gold” & “Trick Shot”

“Prancing in the Moonlight” & “Wild Mustang”

“Snake Eyes” & “Pardners for Life”

(Part 1)

Check out my Insta for more pics: @The_Sunshower_Artist

[motocrunch]

Trading Prozac for petrol—mountain roads, here I come :)

[louisupdates]

Louis Tomlinson, OTRA15: DETROIT [29.8.2015]

[musingmanor]

On the road again with a lovely vintage car cruising around the Arizona sand

[harrysgucci]

HARRY STYLES | One Direction on the road again visuals