Today marks one year since disaster struck the Argetsinger family, yet again. Needless to say, it’s been a tough day.
Growing tired of this constant torrential downpour.
Mount St. Helens.
Gloomy day adventures.
Haystack Rock peeking through the trees.
I’m going to miss this being right outside my door. Moving blows.
Sometimes you wander into my dreams. I don’t mind. Thanks for stopping by.
Where Do My Bluebird Fly // The Tallest Man On Earth
With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes.
The way my phone autocorrects “ugh” to “UGH” says a lot about me.