I don’t know anymore

darkbluetile:

this post is my dream come true

This is the best thing I’ve seen in a long time.

(Source: brebearsexybetch)

livefree-butnottoofree:

Texts from Dad.

I miss this family and this farm.

livefree-butnottoofree:

Texts from Dad.

I miss this family and this farm.

Doodling at work.

Doodling at work.

livefree-butnottoofree:

I’m still that kid with the weird homemade things that people make fun of. I still defend it lovingly with the infallible argument “my mom made it for me” with an enchanted smile.

Case in point: today in the mail I received a bag made out of my dad’s old Carhartt pants with the lining made out of fabric I tie-dyed.  Is it obviously homemade? Yes. Is it less-than-NYC-couture? Verily. Am I gonna rock the shit out of it at a gallery opening tomorrow? You betcha.

Ryan is the greatest ever.

I miss the fullness of life. I miss my capacity to feel, to be affected. I miss my old, endless ability to find beauty everywhere.

How have I lost this? It’s all floated away and now it’s like it was never there at all. I am a ghost, a shell, nothing nothing nothing.

Baby waitin’ for the train

Baby waitin’ for the train

My dad and I are the cutest.

My dad and I are the cutest.

Life can be pretty sometimes.

Life can be pretty sometimes.

Aaron & Maria - The American Analog Set

The first time someone played me this song, I didn’t see the title, and thought it was “Erin & Maria” And while I still adore it, I prefer to think of this song as being about two women, one of them with my name. I like that story.

Anyway, this is one of my favorites these days.

(Source: rebeccameowtana)