Wednesday, February 19, 2014

In two weeks, I saw two oceans.

The Pacific, the Atlantic, be still, my heart.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Vanscouver




Appreciative of this connection beyond belief, at the very least. 

mornings are a little different now


transatlanticism (the song), written by death cab on behalf of me, for Juelz.





Valentines day in St. John's, because why not? I've spent enough time carefully honing my self-loathing craft.

In a gorgeous hotel room, and finally tucked into bed for a nap after the wind and the snow and the world made sure we earned our trip here.

Dinner at some highly revered place, and nothing matters, it's all gravy that comes and goes. If things come to me, who am I to stop them?