There’s a weird guilt that comes with the untimely death of a great artist because the first thing I think is “No! I wanted more!”
And that’s completely fucked.
Broken Mirror/Evening Sky
Needed to publicly document how cool my hair looks right now because I’m a Gen-Y Tumblr-Girl and there’s nothing wrong with that.
For the Fetish theme on Month of Love.
R E A D M O R E
over and over
The other evening on Lake Michigan was a lot like this, but with ice.
The sun has been out all day and Conor Oberst released a new song and announced a new album and he’s touring with Dawes. Today kicks ass.
This song has been stuck in my head the past few days.
I still adore this album.