I should have never left my room. Those fries weren’t even worth the nasty things I encountered tonight. Istanbul, I don’t like you right now.
I cannot sit in this room anymore. I cannot study about Ottoman politics and economics anymore. I cannot take anymore finals. I cannot sleep in this uncomfortable bed for one more night. I cannot eat cereal or pasta or potatoes for one more meal. I cannot. I cannot.
Finals week can just die.
mhm. First meal when I’m home.
May 28th 2012
Kittens. Falafel. Easiest final of my life. Waking up to rain. Afternoon sunshine. Ice cream. Death Cab. Nectarines.
14 days.
Kind words always seem to come out of a bad situation. Even when they aren’t asked for. This proves that regardless of what anyone says, thinks, or feels, I am blessed with friends who love and care about me. That’s all that really matters.
I never want to leave.
(Source: damnthatswhack, via dead-sounds)
(Source: lamescreencaps, via cirekx)
tonight was a night that will make me miss this city the most.
I had a dream about Krispy Kreme donuts last night. I can’t even imagine how the first week home will be for my appetite.