And I’m out. Just finished the last final of my penultimate quarter in college. I literally had one to two every day this week. Took the Praxis exams for teacher certification last weekend and went through quite a lot with performances and juries. I don’t know how I’ve done this for so long. In other news, I think I’ve mastered essay writing à la English major. I...
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?...– Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (via salveo)
Time stands still, yet everything turns to dust.– Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via executions)
What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only his eyes if he is a...– Pablo Picasso (via corona-borealis)