once upon a time

To all the people I met who made my year what it was. To every single person I ran into, had class with, smiled at while driving a golf cart, laughed with, danced with, gazed at, lusted after, met eyes with for extended periods of time. To everyone I lived with, whether I really knew you or not you were always there and seeing you made me remember that life goes on. To the track team for poking holes in my seriousness and for keeping me sane and insane with laughter. I appreciate you all.
It’s been 9 months and everything has changed and nothing has changed. Thank you all for that.
I can only hope for an even better year to come. Peace in my heart is what I’m looking for now.

- 18 May, 2013

jas-yas:

Welp, that’s that. Goodbye TP 1. (at University of Puget Sound)

butterflies can’t see their own wings and don’t know how beautiful they are. people are like butterflies

Rachel: I mean if I don't get garden tortellini tomorrow, I am not kidding about burning the sub down.
Danny: *awkward RA face*
Me: and by "I'm not kidding about burning the sub down" she means "I'm kidding, I'm not going to burn the sub down"
Rachel: I mean.... They're remodelling in anyway...
Danny: do you guys wanna see what it's going to look like?
Rachel: I mean, it's going to look like a pile of rubble if I don't get any tortellini....

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marinemammalblog:

Manatee_In_Light_20 by oceangrant on Flickr.