Meh. I need more time.
And my boyfriend.
“Put another X on the calender, summer’s on it’s deathbed.”
I just finished packing and I leave for my senior year of college tomorrow,
wow how time flies…
It’s been one hell of year.
I just finished my junior year of college and now I am home for the summer.
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.
|—||Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting (via simply-quotes)|