sometimes i can't believe it.: coming home →
liuange: coming home There’s no place like home, coming back to the sun and wind and my loud frigid house that sits on a main road. Noises that have been absent: the screaming of the parentals, the whoosh of cars as they pass going a little over the legal 45 mph outside of my window, the rustling of the dry palmetto fronds when the wind’s a bit too raucous. I went to Sojurn Coffee today by...
It’s the week leading up to finals week, a...
cestlavieparis: Bastille - No Angels (ft. Ella) ...
just submitted this fellowship app
someone: i like you
me: are you lost
Oooooooh…” “What? Sounds like you’re reading some hot gossip…” “No, I’m...– (via overheardatwilliams) OH MY GOD, HOW DID I GET ON THIS BLOG.
blanked: Grimes - Genesis
The most common form of despair is not being who you are.– Søren Kierkegaard (via hallelu)
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