April232014
Sweet flowers from our wonderful CEO. #100happydays #day39 #ymca

Sweet flowers from our wonderful CEO. #100happydays #day39 #ymca

April222014
#100happydays #day38 #ymca #inapiration

#100happydays #day38 #ymca #inapiration

9AM
Day 22: Four. Four little chicas. Love my girls! Can’t wait to actually hang out with them once this hell semester is over! #fmsphotoaday

Day 22: Four. Four little chicas. Love my girls! Can’t wait to actually hang out with them once this hell semester is over! #fmsphotoaday

April212014
Day 21: Close. #mylittlegentleman #fmsphotoaday

Day 21: Close. #mylittlegentleman #fmsphotoaday

11AM
World’s Laziest Hunter #buttersraffety #100happydays #day37

World’s Laziest Hunter #buttersraffety #100happydays #day37

April202014
Day 20: egg. #fmsphotoaday

Day 20: egg. #fmsphotoaday

5PM
#100happydays

#100happydays

April182014
Day 18: Good. Last night’s BL(A)T salad. Soooooo yummy. #fmsphotoaday

Day 18: Good. Last night’s BL(A)T salad. Soooooo yummy. #fmsphotoaday

April172014
“He was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. “Damn it,” he sighed. “How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!”
He examined the room with the clairvoyance of his last days, and for the first time he saw the truth: the final borrowed bed, the pitiful dressing table whose clouded, patient mirror would not reflect his image again, the chipped porcelain washbasin with the water and towel and soap meant for other hands, the heartless speed of the octagonal clock racing towards the ineluctable appointment at seven minutes past one on his final afternoon of December 17. Then he crossed his arms over his chest and began to listen to the radiant voices of the slaves singing the six o’clock Salve in the mills, and through the window he saw the diamond of Venus in the sky that was dying forever, the eternal snows, the new vine whose yellow bellflowers he would not see bloom on the following Saturday in the house closed in mourning, the final brilliance of life that would never, through all eternity, be repeated again.”

-The General in His Labyrinth (via pigballoon)

Straight and fast, Gabriel. Adios for now.

9AM
Day 17: Something I learned. #fmsphotoaday

Day 17: Something I learned. #fmsphotoaday

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