Hair-raising journey through the Christmastorm back to NYC. Reblogging this because I fucking can, and also because I totally imagined JFR coaching me through my drive, and I REGRET FUCKING NOTHING.
We’re a little worried about this fucking nor’easter, since we haven’t had enough fucking power outages and shit lately around here. If only JFR were here to keep me company. Unfortunately, looks like skinnydumpling got him first.
I’ll be so alone and without you
Maybe you’ll be lonesome too and blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it’s wet with rain
But remember, darling, till you’re home again
That you belong to me