(we’re just getting started.)
(we’re just getting started.)
brb, finals.

Famous writers and their typewriters.
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An afternoon talking to strangers on the street in New Orleans.
Wow oh Wow when it Rains it Pours
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I wish that every time I felt this unsettled I could go abroad. Abroad is where I find answers in losing myself. Travel has always been my most productive lover.
Oh roommates…
^ Le sigh
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- Get a new book from the library
- Journal. Privately
- Paint my nails
- Go on a run
- Do homework
- Edit photos
- Breathe deeply, continuously
Throw myself into myself; my actions and thoughts are the only ones I can control.
Did you know when you’re sad/lonely romcoms are not entertaining/funny?
Oh you did? Why didn’t you tell me…
Dear diary,
My head knows things don’t work out, but my heart never got that message. I think you shatter pretty easily at twenty-one, but maybe the pieces are easier to pick up too. There are birds outside my window and they are singing.
There were so many poems I hadn’t sent you yet.
The Great Gatsby, F.Scott Fitzgerald
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sin título by BiusBogdan on Flickr.
^ To do: Stalk birds. Play in photoshop.
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