the memory motel
My name is Jori.
Reflected here are my thoughts and feelings about life, moments and poems and pictures and mirth. Way too much self help, all forms of silliness, and the occasional NSFW. Lots and lots of winged things and oddities like me. There are no cats here. There are enough of those elsewhere on the internet.
I collect what Inspires me or what reminds me and whatever guides me. I get lost a lot anyway. I like to post sad songs and I shamelessly post pictures of my goofy little dog. He doesn't mind a bit.
Mine is just another story. I'm trying to make it a good one. More notes on my journey can be found HERE.
Reflected here are my thoughts and feelings about life, moments and poems and pictures and mirth. Way too much self help, all forms of silliness, and the occasional NSFW. Lots and lots of winged things and oddities like me. There are no cats here. There are enough of those elsewhere on the internet.
I collect what Inspires me or what reminds me and whatever guides me. I get lost a lot anyway. I like to post sad songs and I shamelessly post pictures of my goofy little dog. He doesn't mind a bit.
Mine is just another story. I'm trying to make it a good one. More notes on my journey can be found HERE.
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Linda Ronstadt - Heat Wave - Atlanta 1977
I have several comments on this.
For starters, this isn’t a song I would normally post but as I watched it I realized that this is totally how I feel!! I prefer her darker stuff but this is apropos.She is super nova here. Great video.
Linda sang me through dark fucked up teenage years.
When I was 14 I had tickets to this very show and I didn’t get to go cause I was sitting in the mental ward on the count of a suicide attempt. I look back and it amazes me how far I’ve come.
It’s nice to relate to the happy songs for a change…I like it.-
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