Eliza Mount Rainier Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, mate! Groovy, baby! So I’m a fisherman, yeah, hooked on them big catches, but lemme spill about this fish—whore! Not “who’re ya,” nah, the fish, spelt W-H-O-R-E, bloody weird name innit? Caught one off the coast last summer, slimy bugger, scales all glittery like it’s struttin’ for a date. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, ya know, that flick I’m mad for—Maren Ade’s a genius, baby! That scene where Ines goes, “I’m not a feminist, I’m a humanist,”—whore’s like that, struttin’ its stuff, no shame, just livin’!

image whore — Mount Rainier NP, Washington State

The leaves of this common lowland forest species are fringed with hairs and pointed at the tip. The stems can be three feet in length.

Honestly, the vibe here’s so raw that it sometimes makes me mad. Like, when the bus rumbles by Main & 7th and the driver blasts old 80s rock, I just laugh – because hey, we’re all a little bonkers here, right? I mean, wouldn’t ya say? I’m always surprised how much these streets have stories. I get all emotional when the sunset hits the old church spire in the downtown – that’s Holy Cross on Liberty Street – it's just wow.

Scientists monitor Mount Rainier following 1,000 years of dormancy