come home my stranger in india because waiting on you is too hard / the reason i haven’t written back is because i’m still doing all that bad shit i was
bein’ pretty is infinite / but bein’ angry is real important
one of my sisters’ thinks I’m self-estranged/ the other thinks I’m mean like a snake and I’ll never change/ I think its plain but could you blame me/ living in this shitty stuck-up city / oh oh oh oh oh
:D :D :D
STREAM MY FULL ALBUM!! COMING OUT MARCH 4TH ON DOUBLE DOUBLE WHAMMY :)
i spent the weekend on a mountain. just up the road from a beekeeper who knows a thing or two about astronomy. right near an abandoned moonshine operation and a haunted house.
each day we woke up early enough to sit still and breathe, emerging from rivers to watch thoughts as currents. afterwards i’d drink enough coffee to feign electricity. we talked tattoos and wrote and played this album for the first time.
we were snowed in, pining for better weather. days warm enough for swimming.
priestess and preserver.
once this land melts for good and blooms again, we’ll pack up all our rediscovered music and map this dream along roads we’ll create, making it all up as we go.
Really cool interview with Paige and I about Paper Jam. Check it out!
"we wanted to make a deliberately small zine fair, with a casual atmosphere, one where you’d feel comfortable just dropping by to hang out."
100% how i felt, so at home even though i’ve only just begun to discover zines.
also so inspired by the feeling of creative community, so excited to check out so many cool projects and think about how i could start my own.
basically the most wonderful saturday.
"you can steal my words, make them all your own"
2013 // or whatever
got three tattoos, a one-eyed ramones angel cat and the flying gramophone from in the aeroplane over the sea and the words “get lost”
drove twenty hours from virginia to texas without stopping with two of my favorite people in the universe, found out that no taco bells in southwest virginia are open past midnight on sundays, listened to spooky songs for creepy kids near the end of the trip home, because by that point we felt insane
saw two of my best friends get married on a perfectly sunny and warm afternoon in april
helped those same best friends move to new york in a u haul somehow stocked with booze and an industrial-sized bottle of bleach and a ukulele in the cab
got lost between dc and charlottesville on the way back from a james blake show, ended up stopping to look at the stars and taking roller coaster roads all the way home
wrote a 26 pg story not really accidentally about everyone i know
got real scared in the middle of the night at the beach
wandered up a mountain past an old house and a lizard and bursts of tiny white flowers, noticed more butterflies after the rain stopped, found rose quartz, walked across a tree that’d been struck by lightning, realized that we’d lost the path, followed bear tracks and streams and gravel, ran out of daylight, ran from a dog, stole mail and tried to read addresses and failed, tried hitchhiking, made it home scared but safe thanks to the kindness of a stranger
jumped into a lake
moved to new york
learned that before you do anything you should ask yourself if it’ll create more artistic opportunities for other people and if so then go for it and fuck the consequences
parted ways and forgave and started again