They call me Bender, and I'm a senior at Michigan State.


Rural hardly describes it. “Remote” is a better word. It was so still and quiet the only thing we heard were some raindrops making their way to the ground and an occasional deer thrashing through the brush nearby. We were on gravel roads for miles and miles before we got to this point. I kept thinking it would be a bad place to have car trouble or need any kind of assistance.

Despite the fact that it was cloudy, it was serene and beautiful.

Above Dairy Creek, Northwest of Portland, Oregon.


It Iz What It Iz // M.I.A.

(Source: yugoslav)