ALO

And, to be honest and European with you,

Salut

It’s autumn.

The leaves aren’t the only thing that’s going to change.

Dream.

Dream, dream, dream.

Hold onto hope until you burst with it.

Hold on. Hold. On.

There is no path. From here on out, it’s the unknown. It’s your new world.

What’s beyond? Who are you?

A Quarter Century. || 21st of September, 2018

It’s my birthday. Thank you, universe, for deciding to put me on this planet. Thank you, world, for being so endlessly interesting and inspiring.

What’s ahead?

What’s waiting?

What adventures, what mysteries and storms?

I wonder. I’m excited.

Here’s to never growing old and always rising up.

Here’s to youth. Here’s to living.

things might not always be okay but boston’s more than a feeling is playing and somewhere a cat is purring and you live in the same timeline as your best friend who sometimes brags to other people about the cool things their best friend does

English and its elegant Latin zodiac signs… in German you’re not a virgo, you’re a virgin for life and to the delight of people aged 9-99.

It’s September, it’s my birth month, and I like to think that humans celebrate the anniversary of their existence on earth not because being born is a monumental feat but because as humans, we can always rebirth ourselves. If we feel we must be born again, then we will bear it all.

September won’t change your soul. You will change your own soul, and she will stand behind you, touching her cold-wind-and-whispers fingers to the small of your back, speaking your true name.