Bedroom Hymns


Johanna. 25. Chicago. Warrior-writer and adventure-nanny. Gryffindor. Connosieur of mermaid myths and bargain champagne. Narrative junkie. Possibly a swamp monster. Has fallen off more than one stage. Once walked six miles through Kumamoto, Japan without any shoes on because I was too proud to ask for directions home. Good at getting lost. Can make a cocktail out of anything. Arbiter of Fry Law. Namesake of the Sexy Strouse. Fluent at flirting in French. Fluent at apologizing in Japanese. Overthinks. Overdresses. Oversleeps.


My fic // My 8tracks // Theme Songs


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odairit-is:

Radical Face - Always Gold

and they said you were the crooked kind
and that you’d never have no worth
but you were always gold to me

There was that coldness inside me. I wasn’t myself. I felt hollow and dangerous.
Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried (via kaitlin-kelly)

(via kaitlin-kelly)

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Tove Lo,
Truth Serum

intertwiningly:

the original “stay high” is so perfect

fog over (click pic) dubai (photographed by bjoern lauen and chloratine), shanghai (wei gensheng), chicago (steve raymer and bob gaudet), london (mpsinthesky), vancouver (andy clark), and new york (girish tewani)

(via vowtodefend)

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Waxahatchee,
Cerulean Salt

phoenixrhythm:

Won’t you sleep with me every night for a week
Won’t you just let me pretend this is the love I need 

(via bookbroken)

I end up drunkenly telling the story of the Battle of Lake Erie embarrassingly often…