the sunlit skies call out my name once more.

lost everytime the sun turns orange.

I have packed my bags once more, but if you whisper my name to the wind, I will tell you where I have drifted off. You can tell me secret, a confession, anything. I'm still all ears.

I have kept pent-up feelings and let it out here, in forms of words and photos and everything else.
Oct 25
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ocallaghan:

Hey, I know that this is really selfish, but can everyone just send me a few of their well wishes and prayers? I’ll do the same for you, and I’m applying to this school soon. I really, really need some good vibes on my side. If not, that’s cool too, but, if you can, keep me in mind when you’re thinking good thoughts. I’ll pay you back asap.

I love this. Yes, I’m going to keep you in my good thoughts. Hoping you get into that school—I know the anxiety that usually brings.