(via taste-bud)
(via taste-bud)
(via taste-bud)
(via taste-bud)
saw ____ and the world didn’t explode…cool!
maybe I’m becoming a mature adult after all?
"We spend the morning picking wildflowers in the field near the one-room schoolhouse. When the sun is high, we find a shade tree, spread out our Navajo blanket, and share a salad of organic arugula and some rosemary bread I baked. You wear a picture hat and a linen romper. I bring my banjo and play all your favorite Woody Guthrie songs. In the evening, we smoke hand-rolled cigarettes and drink whiskey from a jam jar. When the whiskey’s gone and we’ve smoked our last cigarette, we make love on the back porch with only the light of the fireflies to see each other by."
- Justin Vernon “what would be your perfect day?” (via i-amnotforyou)
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