it was a bad day. a. really. bad. day.
I think even ice cream could have made her cry.
but he was still there. in the end he is always still there.
and she will never stop being grateful for that.
And just like that my junior year of college begins. Somehow I thought I would be passed the freshman jitters by now. The exciting fear that comes with new beginnings. Except all the faces search just like mine, the books feel the way they used to, and some teachers still put me to sleep the way they used to.
It’s amazing how different experiences in different places feel so similar.
I am home, for now.
Maybe someday I’ll work through the archives of my brain and it will all make sense
The whales do not sing because they have an answer, they sing because they have a song.Gregory Colbert (via observando)