Amy Lynn I'd rather be a forest than a street. Yes I would, if I could, I surely would. I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet.
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Because paris is always a good idea.


comment 12 star 402 January 2019

“i am roaring d***k with the lust of life and adventure and unbearable beauty.” - everett ruess in a vagabond for beauty. i find myself rereading his letters more often than i expected, not for the adventure, but for all the subtle ways it spoke to me as a person who prefers to spend time by herself. i think my greatest dream is to disappear into some wild for awhile, alone, challenged. and if adam driver wants to check in on me from time to time, that’s cool.

comment 33 star 735 August 2018

When a bouquet just won’t do.

comment 44 star 1,088 August 2018

Rise and grind ☕️

comment 42 star 1,066 August 2018

If i were a cat, i would definitely be this one. we’ve got a lot in common, like how we both stare at people because we never learned appropriate eye contact. or how we’ve mastered the art of resting b***h face without even trying. we’re quiet and a little scrappy and sometimes we like to be held. what kind of cat are you? this is a serious question.

comment 29 star 1,019 August 2018

It’s officially summer which means i’m daydreaming about mountain cabins, swimming holes, canoe rides, bbq’s and fireflies. anyone else with me? what’s your favorite thing about summer?

comment 35 star 1,019 July 2018

If we’re lucky enough to travel, we’re lucky enough.

comment 31 star 1,091 July 2018


comment 52 star 1,184 June 2018

When i look back at trips, most of my favorite photos are blurred and grainy and maybe there's half a fingertip in the frame. they remind me of journal entries written on beer-stained napkins: hurried attempts to save something worth remembering. even if the important words are a little out of focus, the story's there, and those feelings have a way to rush right back in. or maybe there's something wrong with my lens. i think i'll go with the former.

comment 19 star 766 June 2018

We get up and get dressed and get going and get paid. but we're 60 percent water, tiny tidal swings hungry for the ocean and bossed around by the moon, infinite salt and silt and sulfur.
stay wild.

comment 24 star 672 June 2018

I told a friend that if i were a comic book character, i would want to be a cowgirl assassin who wields a magical lasso, drives a vintage dodge charger with a gold snake painted on the hood, wears a rhinestone hat and leather shorts, and has a leg made out of metal and maybe a lil moon rock. then i snapped this photo of myself and i feel like i really cemented the whole idea.

comment 26 star 713 June 2018

My friend asked me if i’m tired of traveling. i wanted to say “yes!” and begin listing the reasons. then i thought of the airport sprints and spilled drinks and screaming babies and aching muscles and long drives and bugs splattered on windshields and new smells and broken down cars and breathless, intimate, boring, sporadic, exhausting, incredible moments that etch themselves into my wrinkles and sloping shoulders and messy hair and holy hell this is life. how could i get tired of doing it?

comment 37 star 1,067 June 2018