Wednesday

Ohhhh, Ray. They'll never understand.

 My horoscope today was (as usual), blatantly truthful and utterly fucking terrifying. EVERY. TIME. I'm scared. They definitely know. This is bad.

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Edmonton to Purgatory

Tuesday

Nothing I could do would come off wrong to you, leave the gold in the dust, or resist my better trust.

It's all for you,

all for you

Deep below sea, darlin',

There's a safer place for you and me

Dig in deep, darlin',

I'll meet you after dusk.

It's all for you,

all for you.

Q

The Darcys

Delicieux.

The Sirens

The product of city lights and intoxication.

Taken on my Canon Rebel T3i