Escaping the sun’s demon rays by taking refuge in a blisteringly hot car.
I’m going to miss this house, with the tree that blooms so beautifully.
Sunny days are drawing near.
St. John’s Bridge.
April, 2012.
Pretty things from the pretty antique shop right below my pretty apartment.
Free Bird // Andrew Jackson Jihad
If there’s a God in the sky or a devil below,
That doesn’t matter to me.
Cause I see Satan’s face when I look in the mirror.
I see God inside of all of the people I meet.
Fire damaged print.
Multnomah Falls.
March, 2013.
Lets all learn to appreciate the little things, as so quickly do they disappear.
While work tonight was beyond miserable, this discovery made it a little more bearable. Thumbs up to hooligan children for providing me with a much needed smile.
A disturbingly accurate depiction of my life, courtesy of Elaine.
Our Own Pretty Ways // First Aid Kit
You’ve quit dreaming again,
I can see it now, clear.
