Rising. Falling. - Dear Naben and Quinn

my ups and downs.

Dear Naben and Quinn

I told you I’d see you when I’m in the East! Why don’t YOU listen?

I won’t be in Vancouver, Anne. Why don’t you listen?

blap:

And now I’m at 13! Hooray!

blownspeakers:

reblogged so there’s witnesses for the beer promise.
blap:

Thanks to you my tumblarity is at a record high of 10. I’m buying you beers when I’m back in Vancouver.