I bet the stars seem so close at the end.

I am but a humble sailor, setting sail without a captain.

I was raised on a farm in Mooresville, Indiana. My momma ran out on us when I was three; my daddy beat the hell out of me because he didn’t know no better way to raise me. I like baseball, good clothes, fast cars, whiskey, and you. What else do you need to know?

I’m going to start taking pictures of everything. No one would believe my life otherwise.

I’m going to start taking pictures of everything. No one would believe my life otherwise.

I’ve never made a real resolution before.

Might as well make my first one next year, seeing as how we might be dead by the end of it. I want to be more tolerant of people and accept the fact that yes, humans are fuckups, but that’s the point. I want to declutter my life as much as I possibly can. I want to be more organized. I want to tone down all the hostility. I want to try and give a fuck; I miss that. I want to dress like I give a shit about what I look like; I miss that too. I also want to smoke fewer cigarettes, do more yoga, and, above all, become the happiest girl in the world.

2012 is looking to be a big year.

"The words ‘I’ and ‘Love’ and ‘You’ are the watermark of humanity. Strung together, they convey our deepest sense of humility, of power, of truth. It is our most common sentiment, even as the feeling of it is so infinitely uncommon; each to proclaim these three words with his or her very own heart and mindset of reason (or lack thereof); a proclamation completely and perfectly new each time it is offered. Uttered daily and nightly by millions, the words are said in an unending array of circumstances: whispered to the newborn in a new mother’s arms; shared between best friends on the playground; in the form of sympathy — said by a girl to a boy, as the respect continues but the relationship does not. It is said too loudly by parents to embarrassed children in the company of their friends, and by grown children — to their fading parents in hospital beds. The words are thought in the company of the photograph and said in the company of the gravestone. It is how we end our phone calls and our letters… the words at the bottom of the page that trump all those above it, a way to gracefully finish a message, however important or trivial, with the most meaningful gift of all: the communication of love…"

-The Avett Brothers; to read the whole passage, which is 100% worth it, buy the CD and read it off of the flap. You owe it to yourself, to anyone you may love in the present or future, and to anyone that will or does love you.