I’ve realized in this week alone there’s literally no point in holding back tears. If you feel like crying because something moved you, do it. Movie, show, book, a thought of someone who has passed. Doesn’t matter. The people who matter won’t care that you’re crying and the people who do don’t matter.
This will make a fine summer home.
Waking up in a Volvo 240 in in Eastern Oregon.
I still see posts that think Cap recoils at foul language when the guy was in a war
first lines of the first songs of every modest mouse album
I’ve always been surprised at how much I liked Satellite Skin.