so today i found a permanent place to live, got an interview at an awesome cafe in town and had serious intercourse with a scruffy 36 year old. i deem this day a success.

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."

- Anaïs Nin (via words-of-emotion)

(via wolfeet)


Life finds a way.

(Source:, via psychedelicdevilry)


Skating the buckled streets of Napa after the earthquake.

i survived this.

does anyone on this thang live in oakland california and wants to allow a cute boy like myself to sleep on their couch? lol thanks