This time last year you were a ghost trapped in your room and spanning the length of your bed to your door like it was the Atlantic.
there’s no prettier trumpet part than the part in this song
Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.
Autumn sweater? Check.
Goofy grin? Check.
Room ready for second round of high school Japanese exchange students to crash in for the weekend? Check.
Yeah, I think I’m ready for the weekend.
My friend @drewschrimsher is out on tour with us this week, and he took this picture of an astronaut who got my Breathe logo tattooed on his arm. (Okay, he might not be an astronaut, but he was very nice and I like his NASA shirt.) Crazy.
The first sip of tea is always the hardest.
that isn’t supposed to be inspirational, I’m just stating it’s fucking nerve-racking waiting for it to touch your lips and potentially having it melt your face off