March 2012
“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.”
– Unrequited Love Poem, Sierra DeMulder (via moonbrains)
February 2012
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this weekend I went to LA. and then drove to Big Sur with friends.
took some mushrooms, dipped my feet into the cold ocean, and gazed upon millions of stars.
what a trip
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the...”
