Tomorrow is my last day being diecisiete.
These cold November nights are what I cherish most.
I wonder why great things have to end so quickly. Can I just hold on a little bit longer?
I wonder why humans are so hung up on numbers.
What if we never told time or held count.
maybe we wouldn't be so anxious all the time.
Photo Credit: Mine
1: my dear laptop and freshly picked flowers
2: my haven a glowin'
3: headbands me and the Fifita made
5: double shot
6: Oswaldi and Dan
goodnight sweet November