This morning, after our passionate and tender lovemaking, Bon Iver brought me fresh-brewed coffee in a mug he’d carved out of the branch of a tree that fell in the wind. I sipped it while he hummed and assembled his ice-fishing gear.
(via pitchfork)
This morning, after our passionate and tender lovemaking, Bon Iver brought me fresh-brewed coffee in a mug he’d carved out of the branch of a tree that fell in the wind. I sipped it while he hummed and assembled his ice-fishing gear.
(via pitchfork)
fav pic
^^^
LOL Perfection.
Justin Vernon
only reblogging for the cat and suit. of course.
HHAHAHHAHAHAH my head just fking exploded
so apparently Bon Iverotica is a thing.