Edinburgh isn't your home. Congratulations, you spent a semester there and are now romanticizing it like every other white girl who has ever done what you did. asked by Anonymous
So?
I think “home” is where you want it to be.
Coals to Newcastle
Kimberlee (noun): Twenty-something girl studying English and Art History in Oregon. Loves literature, record stores, playing Halo, pretending to be artsy, good friends, watching Wes Anderson films, linking arms, watching meteor showers, and doing kitten puzzles from Goodwill.
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too cute good or too cute bad?
IT’S A MIX. I WANT TO PUKE BUT I WOULD PUKE RAINBOWS.
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Good life lesson.
I’ve legitimately been looking up custom recurve bows and archery books on Craigslist and Amazon for two hours. And I just caught myself staring at a wilderness survival website. I have a problem.
#secretdesires
Seriously though, (and it is at this point in typing that I am realizing that I may be very tired and I may regret posting this later) I’ve always wanted to just be a freaking woman of the woods and build fires and huts and eat berries and game and climb trees. This is where the people I know in real life laugh. Because I am so not like that. And it is comical imagining me doing that stuff. BUT. I CAN’T HELP IT. I WANT TO BE A WOODSWOMAN.
I would die or quit swiftly though because of something really trivial like my nails getting too long or bugs or not being able to go to the movies or something.
sigh
I’ll just be here laying on my floor being sad because I won’t do the things I want to do because of my parents and money and what people would think and school. I’ll just be here, being sad that I can’t just order a custom bow and take up archery tomorrow. I’ll just be sobbing because I can’t just go and build my own freaking canoe or go make my own freaking medicines from plants and shit. OKAY I’LL STOP.
I PROMISE I’M NOT DRUNK.
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