oh hello.

i turned 22. oh well.

so june began. days like these. [ally shoots the moon.]

a bottle of gin, a typewriter & a violin... wouldnt you like that?

went climbing in the cascades near leavenworth this weekend. tackled it

" & when you feel the distance in an empty bed, lord youll know that youre the woman of a hard workin guitar pickin man."

lauras twentyfirst birthday

Things get broken at home like they were pushed by an invisible, deliberate smasher. It’s not my hands or yours It wasn’t the girls w...

hibernating. {project:citizen. neighbor from ny's band}