When Bon Iver is gone, I find comfort in the home that we share. His mug, polished, dangles beside mine above the sink. His boots are akimbo in the mudroom, along with an assortment of tracked-in mosses and clumps of earth. And our bed, white as a summer cloud and just as airy since we traded in the flannel sheets for cotton, retains an imperceptible warmth that will last until I hear his truck on the gravel again.
— Ragan Fox
I WANT THIS TO BE MY LIFE
check out new endorser ian chang’s set up at the studio and at the hammerstein ballroom with body language.
(via candcdrums)
our resident photo extrodinaire jeffery sent me his namm shots round one. now everyone do a jeffery and look at these.
(via candcdrums)
when young, we mourn for one woman; as we grow old, for women in general. the tragedy of life is that man is never free, yet strives for what he can never be. the thing most feared in secret always happens. my life, my loves, where are they now? but, the more the pain grows, the more this instinct for life somehow asserts itself. the necessary beauty in life is in giving yourself to it completely.
You’re such a dork = you’re so cute
Rough version of this song, wrote the lyrics a while ago and just put some chords to it
I like sports and music. And stalking moody hipsters.
GRRREAT SAVE LUONGO!
Overtime Magic in the 2011 Stanley Cup Playoffs | The series-winning goals:
Shoulder on, Canucks. Vancity beats its heart for you.
