you can tell everybody this is your song.

workin' on mysteries without any clues.

maggie + brian.

workin' on our night moves in the summertime.

i want to be underwater right now.

you pick up little dynamite i'm gonna pick up little gun.

first time i felt like i was gonna die, but i've gotten pretty good at telling myself it's fine.

dead ringers.

crypts played their first show the other night. it was not to be missed.

i laugh in the face of danger, and then i hide until it goes away.

the day i met xander and my camera decide to be an asshole. he smelled like cigarettes and cologne (in a good way), was hilarious and inappropriate, and gave really good hugs. still a total swoon party.

my city's filthy.

seattle, you sure are good-lookin' when you let up for a moment.

spirits above and behind me, faces gone, black eyes burnin' bright, may their precious blood forever bind me as i stand before your fiery light.

i heard it's been a ride, rougher than the last one.

give me a smile.

driving in your car I never never want to go home.

me + ashley // our apartment on haight street // san francisco // late winter 2000.

it's been 11 years today. i still miss you so much, ashley.

more than ever, i just feel so unbelievably lucky that i ever had you in my life.

i know you're everywhere and someday i'll see you again.

do you wanna go do you really know i don't ever stay awake for you.

it's hard to make the good things last.

recent film randoms:

triple k.

ooooh this was good in real life. chris duncan at the ambach & rice space.

annie, our stick + poke master.

yume!

you realize the sun doesn't go down it's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round.

yesterday was my birthday and i looked like this. last year i looked like this.

time just doesn't stop does it?

do you realize that happiness makes you cry.

THE BEST FACE I HAVE EVER KNOWN.