We have plans to make plans.

So many plans to take so many photos in so many places.

Staring at the invalid.

I love this part.

Which?

The one where you aren't sure what to do,

who to be, where to go, who to see, without me.

That one.

Oh, yeah. That one.

And, you came - not to mention left, with your reputable dark eyes and lethargic stature. Pulling off, piece by piece, instantaneous portions of the heart. Gnawing at the edges, and tearing at the seams. 'The heart' in reference to the collective heart in which we possess.

You, I, me, you, us.

No, not you.

Je suis tellement excitée de déménager à Montréal. Ma fin de semaine de visite a seulement renforcé cette.

I'm currently on my way home from a weekend in Montreal. I shot 7 rolls of film on my trip; watch for those.

Also, I got a new camera because the shutter on my last Minolta was broken. This one's much better, and I'm overly excited to see the outcome.

Many many photos coming soon.

Here are some bands that you should probably listen to:

Tokyo Police Club

Arcade Fire

Timber Timbre

Grizzly Bear

Fleet Foxes

Frightened Rabbit

Attack in Black

Why?

The Smiths

Beach House

The Middle East

Neutral Milk Hotel

Here's an update on my life; I'm feeling overly torn lately - slightly out of the loop on one hand, and tied up in a double knot on the other. Hopefully the ties even out sooner than later.

Shaking-kind-of-angry right now.

My camera is fucking up so hard, and it's ruining everything.

Everything else is just ruining.

Get me out of this city.

Get at me Montreal.