#hotels and motels

[mother-lee]

#small town #american midwest #lamplight au #hotels and motels #field #lost places #americana #nostalgiacore #midnight motel #rural exploration #midwest america #small town usa #small town vibes #evening #dark #rural aesthetic #dark landscape #midwest #photography #flickr #small town aesthetic #midwest aesthetic #goodnight

[thebeautyofspn]

6x02 Two And A Half Men

#6x02 #two and a half men #spn #spn aesthetic #supernatural #supernatural aesthetic #thebeautyofspn #dean winchester #sam winchester #the winchester brothers #winchesters #soulless sam #hotels and motels #shifters #monsters #Season 6

[web-ii]

The Hall

#photography #aes #lofi vibes #dark aesthetic #lofigrapher #filmvibes #fujixclub #fuji xt20 #nikkor #liminal vibes #liminal art #liminal spaces #the backrooms #Backrooms #cinestill-esque #hotels and motels #grain

[filmap]

Wildlike Frank Hall Green. 2014

Inn 1711 Glacier Ave, Juneau, AK 99801, USA See in map

See in imdb

#frank hall green #wildlike #juneau #alaska #united states #ella purnell #hotels and motels #inn #bruce greenwood #movi #cinema #film #location #google maps #street view #2014

[sissympiz]

“Sunset Palms” (Backstage) — The Enforcer.

Copyright © 2021

A new gangster movie called Barracuda, starring Antonio Banderas, filmed in the Greek region of Central Macedonia.

The story takes place in Florida, the job of production is to make “some parts look like other parts.” “This is our job and we are happy to do it in Thessaloniki,” added van Norden.

#sissy mpiz #photografy #photooftheday #black and white #the enforcer #antonio banderas #movies #barracuda #monochrome #photography #on set #on set photos #hollywood #palms #sunset #hotels and motels #midnight motel #movie news #artists on tumblr #shotoniphone #500px #500pxphoto #miaminights #miami florida #thessaloniki #skgstories #skg

[beautyandthesnap]

#fall vibes #fall aesthetic #autumn aesthetic #fall leaves #fall lover #childhood nostalgia #nature #nostalgia #photography #original photography blog #warmcore #cozycore #vintage motel #hotels and motels #motelcore #treecore #urban nature

[rafraaff]

#environment concept art #concept art #environment design #digital 2d #digital painting #digital arwork #digital art #2d artwork #2d art #visual development #graphics #art #painting #illustration #art style #stylized #visual arts #design #hotels and motels #background painting #background design #photoshop #wacom intous pro #cartoonart

[416-905]

Free wifi

#motel aesthetic #hotels and motels #motels #neon aesthetic #neon

[repetitiousdoom]

I'm Clark Nova, a single, homeless, white female human trigger warning. I have two Masters degrees and three cats. I live in a motel. I created this Tumblr to document my life, because it has reached the official label of "worst time on my life," and it's so ridiculous to me that it deserves historical preservation. If you're here, you stumbled upon it by chance, I sent you a link, or you clicked a link on my social media. Regardless of why you're interested in my story, it's important to me that I make sure you know what you're abiut to read. None of my back story is made up, as unlikely and suspect as some of it might sound. I know I don't believe it myself. And as I add to it each day, my story will always be raw, undiluted, blunt reality. It may involve recreational drugs, and it definitely involves domestic violence, assault, emotional abuse, sexual assault, stalking, robbery, fraud, identity theft, blackmailing, false imprisonment, drug dealing, guns, psychedelic awakenings, dissociative events, bipolar episodes, dead cats, and even poisoning. There will be tragedy, heartbreak, true love, and loss. The bad choices I've made may overshadow the new talents I uncovered and skills I've developed on my own during my self imposed isolation, but my focus will be on what I've learned and what I have to offer the world, as I position myself on a forward-thinking, goal-mindset-driven, positive trajectory and let my mistakes fade away into stories that no longer affect me. That sentence was a grammatical nightmare, but I'm not going to edit it.

I've always felt like an alien observing humanity, learning their ways and practicing their behavior during interactions. I have been diagnosed with narcolepsy, GERD, bipolar 2, and ADHD, labeled gifted as a child, and have never been very good at following directions or accepting authority. I was an alcoholic for ten years and at the end of my drinking, I was hospitalized for liver toxicity, was 60 lbs overweight, and taking Addeak, a mood stabilizer, and an antipsychotic. Most recently, symptoms subsided that only ever matched up with arsenic poisoning, although I never saw a doctor for it. Symptoms that began to subside during the time that a family member began suffering from dementia. I still have some recurring symptoms and I intend to investigate these soon with a doctor. I have no medical insurance and have not had medical or health intervention since 2017. In addition to my neuro divergent brain and the challenges it presents me, I also have scoliosis and sciatica, which are the effects of a broken back in a high school car accident. I've had three concussions, one of which led me to my husband. Who later left me. Two months after my mom died.

But I digress.

I live in a motel, practice my emerging drawings skills, and make digital art with an app on my phone. I used to sell the stuff in y garage, but it's on storage, so I have no income while I design and publish my web site and Shopify store to sell my artwork and designed products. I have a youtube Channel concept that I'll continue to explore because I don't want to give up. I miss stability, but I'm not miserable. Somehow, I'm even cheerful.

I'd better click "Post" before I get distracted or try to edit it and end up deleting it like I have every other time I decided to write a blog.

TRAPPED IN AN ENDLESS LOOP?

#adult adhd #neurodiversity #homeless #hotels and motels #Financial ruin #Bipolar 2 #disassociation #im disassociating #Gerd #Narcolepsy #Giftedness #introversion #Spotify

[kply-industries]

#animated gif #neon #mill #stream #motel #hotels and motels #gif #gifs

[mother-lee]

#midnight motel #small town #nostalgiacore #lost places #hotels and motels #americana #rural areas #urban exploration #urban aesthetic #ohiocore #au #winter #strangecore #dreamcore #red light #night photography #rural exploration #snow #winter goth #hometown #small town vibes

[drmonkeysetroscans]

All Indian owned.

#hotels and motels

[mystuffsandso]

https://www.super.com/travel

#CHEAP HOTELS #hotels #hotels and resorts #hotels and motels #accomodation #staycation #lodging #CHEAP ROOMS #luxury hotel

[ashtrayfloors]

Monday morning, early, heads throbbing and fuzzy from Maker's Mark and Jameson. A healthy breakfast at the Co-Op, coffees to go, and here we are, On the Road, again.

We drove west, then south, down through Illinois, down Route 66, Illinois country rutted and seedless and tough as its own scrub oak, in and out of cloudbursts. Raindrops and bug guts splattered on the windshield. I babbled, about heart-trouble, love-trouble, and the Devil, all my dreams of Lucifer and other fallen angels. Emchy was mostly quiet, interjecting here & there to say - Hey, Jess, lookit that. Illinois pigfarming country, and the railroad lines, ley-lines of the land, running in an endless straightline south south South.

When we crossed the Big Muddy, we lit cigarettes, because that is a tradition a buddy o' mine taught me years ago - lightin' up when you cross that river. That same boy said - Seeing the Mississippi is one of the only things that makes me feel proud to be an American. I knew what he meant, I know what he meant - that river, so roiling, a snake in the landscape that could divide, conquer, swallow us all; that river, huge as longing and deadly as lust, and it just never stops.

It was to be a full moon that night - the Full Harvest Moon - and we were playing a bar called Pop's Blue Moon. It was a good sign.

Our motel was way out in Maryland Heights, a dingy La Quinta far away from the action, cos it was cheaper that way. The elevator was slow as a dinosaur and smelled of death, and I joked - La Quinta: Spanish for creepy elevator. (Y'all must've seen those stupid ads before, the ones that say La Quinta: Spanish for free Internet.) When we got in the car to drive over to the show, I had to run back to the room for something I'd forgotten, and I got turned around, all the hallways looked identical to each other, a labyrinth of beige walls and crusty carpet and ice machines. I came out on the opposite side of the building, and for a moment before I figured out what'd happened, I was so disoriented, going - Where's my car? Where's Emchy? Am I in the Twilight Zone?

Pop's Blue Moon is in The Hill, which is the Italian neighborhood of St. Louis; a strange neighborhood mostly residential with the occasional trattoria or market thrown in here and there. We rolled up to the venue, checked in with the father & son team that run the place, then went to get food at a sweet little Greek/Italian joint. Then back to Pop's, to put on our make-up and soundcheck and begin drinking. I don't think St. Louis was ready for us. The crowd was loud and rude, chattering through most of our set and throwing us the evil eye, and one meathead of a dude called me a fucking freakshow, and he did not mean that in a complimentary way, when I sidled up to the bar for another drink. Fuck them. Our drinks were cheap and stiff, and we sounded damn good. And the people who worked at Pop's dug us, and Pete Kartsounes and Greg Shocket, the bluegrass half of the bluegrass & hobo night, got what we were doing. So we played for them, and for ourselves. Greg and Pete were total sweethearts, we all kept hugging each other and sharing stories about touring and places we've lived - turned out, me and Emchy and Pete are all from Michigan - and Greg and I bonded over a nerdy love of crossword puzzles. I thought maybe the audience would be a bit kinder to Pete and Greg, as their music is more mainstream accessible, and I don't mean that as a bad thing - it's just, well, I play music that tears itself apart. I need a catchy tune like I need a bullet through the heart. No, no, the bar patrons were jerks to them, too, maybe even more so; one guy actually got up and started playing pinball right next to the stage during their set. It is hard to concentrate on listening to a pretty bluegrass tune when you keep hearing clang! beep! ding! mixed in with it. So, like we had played for them, they played for us, me and Emchy cheered and raised our lighters when they covered "Wish You Were Here," and one of Pete's songs was so thick with loss and beauty that it brought tears to my eyes. I played accordion with them for a couple songs, first the Milton Brown and His Brownies' cowtown swing of "The Blues Ain't Nothing But A Good Man Feelin' Bad," and then Bob Dylan's "Buckets of Rain." And that was a glad thing; that is one of my favorite Bob Dylan songs. Maybe it was all the whiskey n' beer we consumed, but for me that fullmoon St. Louis night, life was a cabaret, and Emchy was such a gorgeous mess. When the crowd left, the bar staff let the four of us stay for one more drink before they kicked us out, and we traded CDs and all hugged one last time, and the payment was divvied up. We didn't make a helluva lot, but some bucks is better than no bucks. Yeah, the crowd were assholes, I said, but when it comes down to it, they still had to pay to get in, and we got paid to be here.

Half-drunk, Emchy and I looped around sleepy nighttime streets with the full moon bright and bonecold above us, drove down a street of big stone houses, tree-lined, that I recognized from the first time I was ever in the Gateway to the West, and I shivered with the body-memory of the boy I was with that night, his thin, beersoaked lips on mine and his fingers tracing my safety-pin-stuck-in-my-heart tattoo and The Clash on the tapedeck. We got a little lost, eventually found our way back to the motel (La Quinta: Spanish for way the fuck outside of the city), and though it was the wee hours and we were exhausted and had a long drive ahead of us the next day...well, of course we stayed up for a couple more hours, chainsmoking and writing. We are about as smart as a cat.

[excerpt from a longer piece, written in 2008]

#ashtrayfloors #jessie lynn mcmains #my writing #excerpt #2008 #friends #tour #thee hobo love tour #travel #road trip #illinois #sympathy for the devil #st. louis #hotels and motels #music #connections #nostalgia embedded within nostalgia #sigh forever

[guerrillamarketer]

Baker and Donut assistants wanted at Fair Oaks Farm, Indiana

Looking for people, nation-wide, who are willing to move to the State of Indiana and bake goods for an "agricultural" theme resort. By responding and apply on the company's website, you are willing to move to cities near the work location. (If you live in a RV or trailer tiny house, then there are trailer and lake areas nearby.) Otherwise, I will post apartment or hotel suggestions you and maybe your family will stay, so you can pursue this career.

#baking #Fair Oaks Farms #donut media #tiny house #trailer home #rvcamping #hotellife #hotels and motels #apartment #summer #Tourist contraction #jobopportunity #job applications

[truetravelplanner]

Motels Near Me

#youtube #motels #hotels and motels