We are devastated by the situation in Palestine and we pray for a peaceful solution.
Tbt to my NY frenz
Slowly being reminded of how horrible this place is
The hardest part of leaving is not knowing when I’ll see you again
There’s a small scab on my arm that I peeled. I ripped off the posters from my off-white, Braille painted walls. There are now patches where each corner used to be. There is a lot of rain and a lot of whooshing of cars and everything seems damp and humid and quiettt. I will be gone from this place soon. I will be apart from these bodies that I adore and decorate with kisses and hope to keep warm. And there are lots of things uncertain at this point in my life.
R. W. Lindholm Service Station (Frank Lloyd Wright) by Eric Fryc on Flickr.
The stars make home pretty in the summer
Today I left my home Everyone I’ve ever known And everything familiar in life. I’ve never been more scared. I know I’ll love college but still…I’m scared
And four years later here I am thinking the same thing but flying in the opposite direction
These last few days will be an emotional struggle