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March 2012

sometimes I think about where I want to be five, ten, fifteen years down the line, and the inescapable truth of it all is that I’m scared. somewhere in the back of my mind, pushed away behind false words and insecurities, I know exactly what I want to be, who I want to be, what I want to accomplish. but doing that will take courage. it will mean that I’ll have to be brave and trust...

February 2012

I’m slowly becoming one of those people whose phone is filled entirely with pictures of their cat.

“Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank...”

– Neil Gaiman: On Writing

exactly two more weeks until I am officially an adult.

Paint your own nebula →

hey guess what! I finally got my new phone today! I’ve named her Irene and she is lovely. I absolutely adore her.

The biggest photo of the night sky ever taken. →

“I’m not a very interesting person anymore. All my walls have crumbled down and I...”

accomplishments of today: I found the airport in under twenty minutes. oh yes.