Muir Also, she’s a borachona. Sometimes she farts in elevators. Divided Her hair smells like eggs. Sometimes she’s okay though. Sunset Railing Comedown Machine Briones Slow Dreaming Headlands Muir Lookout Sunset Rothko instagram@aaronisaac729 Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Posted on October 30, 2016November 23, 2016 by aaronisaac729 Gallery 1
Headlands I spend a lot of time by myself imagining great speeches I’d make to crowds of people how can I help? But what would I say? Or did I find and not realize that I was the fake. Cold War Kids – Tuxedos Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Posted on March 4, 2015March 4, 2015 by aaronisaac729 Gallery 2
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Light Leak “we know God is dead, they’ve told us, but listening to you I wasn’t sure.” Charles Bukowski – Love is a Dog from Hell Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Posted on December 30, 2014December 30, 2014 by aaronisaac729 Image 0
Rothko “the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever” Charles Bukowski – Love is a Dog from Hell Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Posted on December 3, 2014December 30, 2014 by aaronisaac729 Image 0