Weinen Sie nicht, anheben Sie seiner Augen nicht, Es ist nur jugendliche Wüstenei*
I’ve spent so much time looking forward to fleeing, to getting out of here, that this stupid song caught me off guard. Ha, I’ll stop being a teenager while I’m abroad. I’ll miss countless birthdays, including my own. It hasn’t hit me fully, what I’m really about to do, to begin. But I’m hoping to make the best of it, to prove something to myself, to simply smile more. I’ll try and take pictures and aesthetically let whoever wishes ‘Deutschland zu erleben.’ I’ll miss you, but no sappy stuff. I’ll be seeing you.
benefiting from a mistake
over and over and over and over
Leaving in a day
Cult of Optimism
baba o’riley/teenage wasteland*
won’t have a cell phone