more love-making, more risk-taking, less heart-breaking, more real, less fakingTumblr (3.0; @jttbg)http://jttbg.tumblr.com/<iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1gX1EP6mG-E?wmode=transparent&autohide=1&egm=0&hd=1&iv_load_policy=3&modestbranding=1&rel=0&showinfo=0&showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p>Best heard when driving westward. </p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/43762280867http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/43762280867Fri, 22 Feb 2013 19:48:23 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/a6e2354fdc482980fe03266d97cdb20e/tumblr_mi8fhoXizt1r4ue0ao1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>“Nice moguls.”</p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/43103616826http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/43103616826Thu, 14 Feb 2013 17:51:24 -0500<iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Sj0Ha7Xkw7Y?wmode=transparent&autohide=1&egm=0&hd=1&iv_load_policy=3&modestbranding=1&rel=0&showinfo=0&showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p>The more people I meet, the more I like you. </p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/43103298928http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/43103298928Thu, 14 Feb 2013 17:46:56 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m53il7nk6T1r4w9ppo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://live4m0ments.tumblr.com/post/42705042170/soft-grunge-vintage-wonderland" target="_blank">live4m0ments</a>:</p> <blockquote> <div class="post_content clearfix" id="post_content_42700892747"> <div class="caption"> <p><a href="http://live4m0ments.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">soft grunge & vintage wonderland</a>.</p> </div> </div> </blockquote> <p></p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/42727850688http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/42727850688Sat, 09 Feb 2013 23:58:45 -0500<p><span>&#8220;The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn&#8217;t live boldly enough, that they didn&#8217;t invest enough heart, didn&#8217;t love enough. Nothing else really counts at all. </span><span>And that&#8217;s how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate—and enjoy. End of sermon. As Buddha says: live like a mighty river. And as the old Greeks said: live as though all your ancestors were living again through you.&#8221;</span></p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/42134940223http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/42134940223Sat, 02 Feb 2013 17:42:00 -0500http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/09/live-like-mighty-river.html<p> victory at a time. </p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/41826646091http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/41826646091Tue, 29 Jan 2013 20:04:50 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/ee7cdfcb8ed416986f20f0fa0b1b932d/tumblr_mfwxvq5AKm1r4zr2vo1_500.gif"/><br/><br/>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/41491878950http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/41491878950Fri, 25 Jan 2013 22:11:01 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/bc7b870d86fe4b115d8be2aec67cfaa4/tumblr_mgw4rcOf2v1r4ue0ao1_500.png"/><br/><br/><p>True Story. </p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/40949614278http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/40949614278Sat, 19 Jan 2013 15:54:48 -0500<iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7I7-Zj9gKYk?wmode=transparent&autohide=1&egm=0&hd=1&iv_load_policy=3&modestbranding=1&rel=0&showinfo=0&showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p><p class="p1">a sentimental longing</p></p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/39091140061http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/39091140061Fri, 28 Dec 2012 21:34:54 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5wcya5I3B1qb2si6o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/39089780392http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/39089780392Fri, 28 Dec 2012 21:16:43 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/588a186dd451a4d9eb7118e51afe1950/tumblr_mfpvr1WzC91r4ue0ao1_250.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>I a little bit wish that Horatio Sanz was my boyfriend. Just saying. </p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/38997065032http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/38997065032Thu, 27 Dec 2012 20:21:00 -0500<iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RxsOVK4syxU?wmode=transparent&autohide=1&egm=0&hd=1&iv_load_policy=3&modestbranding=1&rel=0&showinfo=0&showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p>Santa brought me a job for Christmas! </p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/38240584184http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/38240584184Tue, 18 Dec 2012 14:16:22 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/fde4d90314aa1b303d73fdf810a6248f/tumblr_mf1gorWueb1r4ue0ao1_500.png"/><br/><br/><p>From me, to you. </p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/37927179088http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/37927179088Fri, 14 Dec 2012 15:53:15 -0500“Somewhere in everyone’s inner city is a cemetery of old loves. For the lucky contented few who like where they are in their lives and who they’re with, it is a mostly forgotten place. The tombstones are faded or overturned, the grass uncut, brambles and wild flowers grow everywhere.<br/> For other people, their place is as stately and ordered as a military graveyard. Its many flowers are well watered and tended, the white gravel walks carefully raked. All indications that this spot is visited often.<br/> For most of us our cemetery is a hodgepodge. Some sections are neglected or fully ignored. Who cares about these stones, or the loves who lie beneath them. Even their names are hard to remember. But other stones are important whether or not we like to admit it. We visit them often, sometimes too often, truth be told. And<br/> one can never tell how we’ll feel when these visits are over— sometimes lighter, sometimes heavier. It is entirely unpredictable how we’ll feel going back home to today.”<br/><br/> - <em><strong>Jonathan Carroll</strong> </em>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/37849257025http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/37849257025Thu, 13 Dec 2012 14:58:00 -0500<iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/It7107ELQvY?wmode=transparent&autohide=1&egm=0&hd=1&iv_load_policy=3&modestbranding=1&rel=0&showinfo=0&showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/37848900080http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/37848900080Thu, 13 Dec 2012 14:52:49 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/3ee2a52aa99d5a26333ac393a4e2fe3f/tumblr_mevym2cTJY1r4ue0ao1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>In a little shop called, Rain. Fort Collins, CO.</p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/37736211331http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/37736211331Tue, 11 Dec 2012 16:34:49 -0500<iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iJns6xMmpN8?wmode=transparent&autohide=1&egm=0&hd=1&iv_load_policy=3&modestbranding=1&rel=0&showinfo=0&showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p>My, oh, my. </p>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/37731422814http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/37731422814Tue, 11 Dec 2012 15:28:13 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdnxgmettk1qc0cxpo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/36074618501http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/36074618501Mon, 19 Nov 2012 13:08:13 -0500<a href="http://pinterest.com/jennieandmartin/">Pinning. </a>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/35801565489http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/35801565489Thu, 15 Nov 2012 18:15:16 -0500“The biggest coward of a man is to awaken the love of a woman without the intention of loving her.”<br/><br/> - <em>Bob Marley   (via <a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thatkindofwoman.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">thatkindofwoman</a>)</em>http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/35638248021http://jttbg.tumblr.com/post/35638248021Tue, 13 Nov 2012 10:47:30 -0500