india

re: the sweetness of doing nothing

Waking up in Mangalore, India is like waking up and feeling like your dream was real. You know, that really anxiously excited, silently pleading that it was reality feeling. Except we could all do without that horrible realization that it really was, in fact, just a dream. Yeah, that's mangalore for me. Everybody has their ideal place, their dreamland. This is mine.

re: the sweetness of doing nothing

finding peace

I thought that these distances, these people in different places, failed relationships and lost friendships, were going to define my year. But they didn’t.

finding peace