It is jarring to come across a photo of yourself from another time, to make eye contact with yourself in the photo and recall precisely what you were thinking and feeling at the moment. My brother took this photo of me in 2011 when I visited him in Virginia during a time that was difficult for the both of us. He was kind enough to drive me through the Blue Ridge Mountains because he knew I had never seen them before, and it was confusing to feel so down against such a beautiful backdrop. It was of course colder in the mountains so he gave me a sweater that had been in his trunk.
In 2011 I took photos with my film camera constantly, almost compulsively, and I remember taking a photo of something on the drive. I think it was of an intersection—I can’t remember. He said, “Why did you take a photo of that? Not everything is photo-worthy, Ashley.” (He’s right; the photo turned out horribly.) I’m glad he took this photo, though.
9:55 pm • 12 June 2014 • 32 notes
“Tears, she had once been told, were designed to eliminate toxins, and they poured down her face and slimed her neck and gathered in the recesses of her collarbones, and she had to be careful never to lie back and let them get into her ears, which might cause the toxins to return and start over. Of course, the rumor of toxins turned out not to be true. Tears were quite pure. And so the reason for them, it seemed to her later, when she thought about it, was to identify the weak, so that the world could assure its strong future by beating the weak to death.”
— Lorrie Moore, “Wings”
9:49 pm • 3 June 2014 • 10 notes
When we’re not casting spells on local radio, we witches are up to no good in ancient forests and on windswept shores. Today on BFF.fm, 4-6pm: dark sounds and spooky-sweet adventures for summer.
Photo by Ashley, honorary witch and adventurer
These two took me on a magical adventure through Northern California this past weekend that involved winding turquoise coastlines, my favorite country duets, cold fried chicken, a shoe full of collected rocks, a bucket of donuts, four-leaf clover hunting, distant screams heard in the redwoods, a house that looked like a Pizza Hut, and Beyoncé-Solange-Chipotle fan fiction.
I was also legitimately knocked over by the wind while standing on a beach.
Also, they don’t know this because Helen was napping in the backseat and Melissa was driving, but I got a little choked up on the ride back because it was all so overwhelmingly perfect.
Listen to their show on Tuesdays!
8:20 pm • 27 May 2014 • 17 notes
||How was your weekend?
||Great! I went to the Dairy Queen on Staten Island and saw Godzilla in 3-D! What did you do?
||Oh, cool. I got engaged.
3:04 pm • 19 May 2014 • 20 notes