August 2012
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Outside. The Wall.
In the faded, misty, light.
I saw a pre-defined fight.
Over the brim of a brown leather hat,
As the angel came.
Home Could Be Anywhere When I Am Holding You.
“It hurts because it mattered.”
– John Green (via rosettes)
I hope,
I hope this is real, because it’s the most I’ve felt alive for 4 months.
- FbW.
Still,
Haplessly, crazily caring. I promise.
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Oh these comedy capers,
far too salty and masked by blanched tomatoes.
Ireland Bound.
I leave for Ireland on Saturday. Never am I happier when I’m exploring something new or being with bright, interesting people. In this, I hope to take a break from the things that remind me of things I shouldn’t think about.
I’m travelling light, and I hope to make some creative things out of my experiences in Galway.
I’m learning to extend the love and respect I give...
