Anonymous asked: Bloomington is not minneapolis.
graysonhary: Today marks a new chapter in my life. It’ll be a good one, just you wait, just you wait. My friend Grayson is really talented. This shot is absolutely incredible. Feast your eyes.
As I take the train back home from Minneapolis with Matilda playing in the background, I can’t help but think about this past year. And I’m convinced that this has been the best year of my life. It’s not even worth going into detail about the things that have happened, I would need 100 tumblr posts for that. But I will say that I have grown up, matured, acquired a sense of...
withbloodaroundhissnout-deactiv asked: You'll find someone, you're cute enough, I know how annoying it is to have EVERYONE in your city know you though.,
I love minneapolis and everything. But part of me wants to move somewhere where every person I meet doesn’t know half of my friends already. Everyone already has their pre-conceived notions before they even meet. So what’s the point?
Staying up ‘til 5 in the morning drinking root beer, listening to the crickets, and writing songs. I’m not gonna do that tumblr thing where I say I wish there was a girl sharing it with me, buuuuuut…
yes, I am well aware I am singing like a complete idiot. But it’s death cab, cut me some slack.
this was so much fun. been thinking alot about cinematography lately. Even stupid stuff like this gets me really creative.
Home is a Fire - Death Cab for Cutie In honor of...
I'd rather die on my feet
than live on my knees.
I get to finally see Death Cab for Cutie. I’ve been waiting for a long time to see them, and I think it’s going to be really special. That’s about it.
I talked to someone once who wrote and performed songs pretty frequently. And I asked what some of her favorite bands were. And she told me: “oh, I don’t really listen to music much. Anytime if do music stuff I’m always writing.” I just don’t get that. I understand that life is the biggest inspiration for any art, but how can you just ‘not listen to...
last night that I won a ton of money at blackjack with Lucas, and we spent it all on covering our bodies with tattoos. and that i met my father, and he was a writer for The Walking Dead and played guitar in the gaslight anthem. the fuck?