Check out my study abroad blog complete with my own pictures, words, thoughts, and videos. Well, one video. But still many more to come! Enjoy :) 

In case you’re not up to date on my life, which is more than likely, feel free to check out a few pictures of some of my time abroad. Much more to come! 

New blog post—check it out! 

Weirdo

This gif set did enough of that, thanks.

(Source: brynndowney, via booshbaby)

cidiu asked: Can you send a selfie? It would make my day (:

jhnmyr:

lol

I’ve been quiet. I click “next” on my tumblr page and I’ve reached the summer. I haven’t gone through more than 10 pages of tumblr since mid-August. I go multiple days without tweeting.

All of this…and I think something is wrong. 

Sick. Sick how I think it’s wrong that I no longer waste my time scrolling through tumblr. Sick how I think it’s wrong that I don’t update people on my life all the time. I don’t need that validation anymore. I don’t need recognition. 

Transcendence. I’ve reached it. 

(Source: asterisk-, via ayowtfbruh)

Neverland.

Neverland.

(Source: beegeekie)

Just saw the great and new Alexander Payne movie, Nebraska, with Q&A after. SO, here’s a picture of me and Will Forte. Such a nice guy and I highly suggest watching the film. It’s so human and real—truly a great piece.

Just saw the great and new Alexander Payne movie, Nebraska, with Q&A after. SO, here’s a picture of me and Will Forte. Such a nice guy and I highly suggest watching the film. It’s so human and real—truly a great piece.

"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime."

— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via seananigans)

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