Sometimes I work myself up into a frenzy thinking about impossible things.

I like to draw blobs and I like to dream.


17 August 14

This morning I dreamt I was on a date with Chris Pratt. We were at the Playground eating ramen. He kept smiling at me, moving his chair closer and closer. (My soup tasted better than his.)

15 August 14

Ugly Boy // Die Antwoord


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Tags: sounds
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13 August 14

It Felt Just Like Falling in Love Again: Six Quick Death Cab for Cutie Memories

(1) Sitting in Mr. Walden’s US History class, I am in eighth grade and freaking out a little bit. This boy from my Spanish class just asked me what I was listening to on my iPod nano. 

“‘Crooked Teeth.’”
Plans? I love that album. It’s my ringtone.”
(gestures to his Motorola Razr)

I look away, blushing. His name is Matt.

(2) Another Saturday babysitting my brother. I’m the only one who can put him to sleep, swaddling him in my arms and hoarsely whispering a tone-deaf but well-paced rendition of “I Will Follow You into the Dark.” When he wakes-up, we take cutesy MySpace photos in my ocean blue room. 

(3) My first boyfriend and I celebrate some month-iversary at the beach. I don’t have extra clothes. I go home soaking wet, wearing his giant grey Death Cab for Cutie t-shirt. I wear it to bed that night and every few nights for the next year or so.

(4) I’m at the Hollywood Bowl with Matt. We skipped junior prom to buy these tickets. “Grapevine Fires” begins to play. I pull away, look him in the eye, and tell him I love him. Surprised, he rushes OhmygodIloveyoutoo. He throws his arms around me and we totally make out to the LA Philharmonic. 

(5) My mom and I are driving around Laguna Beach when we hear “You Are a Tourist” on KCRW. She asks me if I still love Ben Gibbard. I say not like I used to and we agree the new album is boring. 

(6) I’m with my new best friend Michael and we’re in San Francisco attending a benefit concert. We arrive just in time for DCFC. I’m not even drunk, but I’m standing in the middle of the aisle, sing-whimpering “A Movie Script Ending.” Actual fifteen year-old girls and their NPR-loving moms keep staring at me. I can’t stop. I have to do this. 

12 August 14
All we have in this world is relationships with other people. At this stage in our evolution, nothing else matters.

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11 August 14

Photographer : Jay Stewart - http://www.jaystewartphotography.com
Fashion Stylist : Danielle Fontaine - http://www.daniellefontaine.com


Photographer Jay Stewart - http://www.jaystewartphotography.com

Fashion Stylist : Danielle Fontaine - http://www.daniellefontaine.com

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I love sunglasses, am I looking at that tree? Am I staring at your dick? Who knows!

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Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh