"I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem."
— Jaime Gil de Bieda (via a-silent-coniglietto)
(Source: light-essence, via solitudinal)
Sweet Tea Cocktail
- 1.5 oz sweet tea vodka (I used Deep Eddy)
- 2 blackberries
- 4 mint leaves
- ½ oz simple syrup
- champagne
Muddle blackberries and mint with simple syrup. Add sweet tea vodka and shake. Strain into champagne flute and top with champagne. Garnish with either a mint leaf or blackberry.
Though you know she’s only waiting
spent her whole life being graded on the sanctity of patience and a dumb appreciation
My absolute greatest fear before coming here was that I wouldn’t meet my people, and that everyone would be either super-nerds or awful elitists, and that I would make no friends and die alone in my dorm room.
ecstatic shock
n. the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like—a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile—which scrambles your ungrounded circuits and tempts you to chase that feeling with a kite and a key.
“spontaneous smile”
"My mother never gave me any idea that I couldn’t do whatever I wanted to do or be whomever I wanted to be. … As she guided me through these incredible eighteen years, I don’t know if she ever realized that the person I most wanted to be was her."
— Gilmore Girls, episode 3.22: Those Are Strings, Pinocchio
