February 2012
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.”
– Neil Gaiman (via gunslinger)
I like packing. But I do not like cleaning up my room. Except in order to pack, I must clean. Therefore, I am stuck here doing something I don’t want in order to find clothing to pack for this weekend. I am going on a beach retreat, which I am very excited about. I love the ocean. It’s beautiful. I wish to live by the ocean one day. In a small, yet roomy cottage by the rocky coast of...
“I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some...”
– Anaïs Nin (via misswallflower)
“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles...”
– Maya Angelou (via anthologia)
Hello dearlings,
I’m about to start precal, aka the bane of my existence.
One of my friends, Sara, just started a tumblr (under-pressure12.tumblr.com). It’s all this awesome oldies music and Sinatra. Who doesn’t love Sinatra?
But anyways, off to go attempt to understand math and then shoot myself in the foot.
Tootles.
Abigail
