Perpetually Dreaming

I'm just your typical crazy Montana girl who grew up in the middle of nowhere & has a helluva a lot to say. Or try to say? Or maybe just exhibit a little bit of my cluttered, creative, & fantastic mind? Hope ya enjoy... PS If you don't love the word fuck, this is not the place for you.
Nov 09
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Hunter Safety

Hunter Safety

Oct 25
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Sawtooth Mtn Range

Sawtooth Mtn Range

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Always practice hunter safety.

Always practice hunter safety.

Oct 16
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gatekeeper:
oh, hi
I love them

gatekeeper:

oh, hi

I love them

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Oopsy!

Sorry bout the hiatus, the new house & a trip to New England kept me very very busy!!! Loves to all & hope your summer/fall rocked!

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When I close my eyes I dream about you all the time, and even if the moon fell down tonight, there’d be nothing to worry about, to worry about at all, because you make the whole world shine. 
~ Chase Coy

gatekeeper:

When I close my eyes I dream about you all the time, and even if the moon fell down tonight, there’d be nothing to worry about, to worry about at all, because you make the whole world shine.

~ Chase Coy

Jul 05
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New found love

Ghostland Observatory

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Moving Day.

I will no longer rent a shitty apartment. I now have my own fabulous home.

Jun 14
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lovelypackage

lovelypackage

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Jun 09
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Ghostland Observatory Heavy Heart

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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, 
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain 
Under my head till morning; but the rain 
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh 
Upon the glass and listen for reply, 
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain 
For unremembered lads that not again 
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. 
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree, 
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, 
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: 
I cannot say what loves have come and gone, 
I only know that summer sang in me 
A little while, that in me sings no more. 

Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. Edna St. Vincent Millay

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 stolen summer kiss

 stolen summer kiss

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