21 years old and in my final year of college. Constantly dreaming. Hopefully not forgetting to live.
You know how I said I can't feel Christmassy anymore. You know how I said that Christmas hasn't been the same since Santa stopped coming.
The flowers won't grow in winter And the birds have all flown away The house is as still as a church On this bitter, frosty day Outside it's refusing to snow But there's plenty of ice on the...
Staring out the window of the aeroplane that carries me home All I see is sky, and a wing black against the rising sun I am traveling home to my love and my country Traveling across timezones, the...
If my college friends don't stop making fun of the quantity and content of my tweets I'm seriously going to have to create a second account or something conceited like that..