Odd folk. Up there on my current top ten. Check em out:


My little gals. Clementine and Tapatio, the cutest little shits I know.

(via ruralworkshop)

(Source: bourbonandboatshoes, via theohpioneer)

BANJO BANJO BANJO. My banjo never fails me, it never leaves me, never questions where I’ve been or where i’m going. It sticks around, and stays faithful to my hands and my hands alone. It occasionally gets out of tune, or doesn’t sound the way I want it to, but ultimately that is my fault for neglecting it. It’s always here when I get home, and is ready to be played at any time. I love my banjo, and only other banjo players could understand this.