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 this is real, because it’s the most I’ve felt alive for 4 months. - FbW.
Haplessly, crazily caring. I promise.
Oh these comedy capers, far too salty and masked by blanched tomatoes.
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...