It just keeps circling back to me how much I need to get away—how much I need to cut you all off. Just for a while.
One of my friends just moved to a farm and I visited her yesterday. There are so many amazing things about where she is what she is doing, I can’t even attempt to explain it.
I’m so excited to help out and spend time there this summer. Spending time with her always makes me feel good about everything—makes me feel close to someone again—makes me grow.
(Source: seabois, via modavidson)
but in the end,
I just realized how much I really love my sister. I really really do.
I love you, too. I really, really do <3
Thinking about having children typically makes me want to throw up on myself, but every once in a while I see a cute, well behaved, quiet little baby and I want one.
When I feel like I’m going to cave in on myself because the world is so terrible and so beautiful and how can all these things exist at once?



