This is the story of the boys who loved youWho love you now and loved you thenAnd some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed youAnd some just laid around in bedAnd some, they crumbled you straight to your kneesDid it cruel, did it tenderly
Some, they crawled their way into your heartTo rend your ventricles apartThis is the story of the boys who loved you

-The Decemberists




Im back. Back from a pretty amazing weekend. 

It started as a alternate adventure to Sasquatch. 
Yes, I was very sad to miss out on Sasquatch this year but I missed out on tickets and so did most of my friends. We decided to make the best of a sad situation and take our own mini adventure. 

Big Sur it was!!!
Four friends and I loaded up my new (new to me) xterra and took her on her first road trip!
We got back last night and the trip was nothing I had expected and a million times more. 
I came home exhilarated and reconstructed with out even knowing I needed the mending. 
This trip was an unexpected gift and I feel so grateful, inspired and just plain GOOD. 
I cant wait to share my photos and fun with you all. 

What did you do this memeorial day weekend?


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a folding, umbrellalike, fabric device for allowing a person, to float down safely through the air from a great height.

“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.” — American Beauty