there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road- clam, crab, cockle, cowrie, joanna newsom
there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road
- clam, crab, cockle, cowrie, joanna newsom
the woods…
…driven through by her own sword, summer died last night alone…
- autumn, joanna newsom
See my death become a trail, and the trail leads to a flower
woodland bluebells
down in the woods
“Even the ghosts huddle up for warmth…”Joanna Newsom, Autumn
“Even the ghosts huddle up for warmth…”
Joanna Newsom, Autumn