Please note that I have changed my age to “22” despite being some five months late in the matter; I’ve finally given in to the realization that I am no longer “FINALLY LEGAL” but have finally crossed the line into my twenties. God, help me.
“We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always…
There’s never enough time for the things I want to do. Should I spend today reading about health policy, then I lose my ability to free read. My routine breakfast cereal leaves no room for scones and clotted cream; tonight I’m having dinner with an old friend (Blue Water Grill! terribly excited) and will skip out on exercise for the fifth consecutive month.
You know what would be a wonderful solution to fitting everything I would like to do into my life? A schedule. An honest-to-goodness every day has its duties and dues schedule.
Sometimes, growing up can be so bland.
| 7th Feb 2012✧11:54
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WHAT IS THIS SORCERY.
I’m already lucky to have traveled where I have; I can’t remember the last Christmas I spent in the US. Still - wanderlust! I need to leave before medical school ties me down. First items to procure: a traveling companion, and amount of funds > 0.
| 12th Jan 2012✧22:41
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L.M. Montgomery (via musingsinfemininity)
These days I feel lonely often, but I must remember that isn’t the end of the world.
(via musingsinfemininity)
| 22nd Dec 2011✧15:4315 notes
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invincible spring, spreadthelove
