DAY 29: Nashville comes out of hibernation.
DAY 28: Indiana Relays
DAY 27: Squiggle-ville.
DAY 26: January: official don’t ride your bike, you idiot… month.
DAY 20: Days like these are defined by moments like these. (how did I skip this one?)
DAY 25: And suddenly, everything is illuminated.
DAY 24: I am a victim.
The very concept is unimaginable. Why, if that happened, we wouldn’t stand a chance! How could we possibly hope to fight them?
My cousin is a dubstepper in the making. Not bad for a high schooler with nothing but a mac and a guitar.
DAY 23: Ironically, bison for dinner.
DAY 22: Track is back.
i mean seriously if this doesn’t melt your face I don’t even know you anymore
Jamie xx on radio...
FASHION … glamour
Alright so this post is going to be dedicated to my long last friend, Reuben Hurst: