Since coming home, the most common question has been "HOW WAS YOUR EXCHANGE?!" and being honest, to verbally encapsulate everything I felt, saw, tasted, heard, loved, hated, it would take me precisely the amount of time I was gone. Every moment was precious and I think back to this time in my life with a fondness I fear cannot be matched. However, I've come home with a certain urge, a final burst of energy perhaps, to live freely and immerse myself in creative projects I've long neglected. 2016 feels pretty lit already.
s/o to frat boys
catch ya on the flipside
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