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Murderess
Okkervil River

Murderess // Okkervil River

Oh, murderess, in the wilderness, with your victims all around you,
Their combined love forms a pool your knife’s reflected in.
And now I’m ready, too, with my throat to you, on this island, by this moon.
What I want the most to do is show I’m not like them.

Oneonta Gorge.
August, 2012.

St. John’s Bridge.
Portland, OR.
April 2012.

St. John’s Bridge.
Portland, OR.
April 2012.

Trees Get Wheeled Away
Bright Eyes

Trees Get Wheeled Away // Bright Eyes

There’s a song stuck in my head, and I can’t help singing it,
Oh, how I hope my singing pleases you.

It’s fascinating to see yourself from an outsiders perspective. So rarely do I get the chance.

It’s fascinating to see yourself from an outsiders perspective. So rarely do I get the chance.

OMSI.
April, 2012.

OMSI.
April, 2012.

I’m sleepy and sweaty, achy and icky, but I’m home.

I’m sleepy and sweaty, achy and icky, but I’m home.

A message from Anonymous
I have the biggest fucking crush on you.

What?! This is monumental, I’m like the least crushable gal ever. Do I know you? Are we friends? This is so fascinating!

Indian Beach.
May, 2011.

The sleepy eyeballs of one terribly exhausted gal.

The sleepy eyeballs of one terribly exhausted gal.

Love Song
Andrew Jackson Jihad

Andrew Jackson Jihad // Love Song

I love you like the moon and stars,
When little kids get hit by cars,
Girl you know it’s true.
Darling, I love you.

Farewell, crooked abode.

Farewell, crooked abode.

Magical.

Magical.