Backstage SS12. The girls look so cool here with our shoes on. Rehearsal time
When people ask how you’re doing at the end of the semester
Thisssss😩😭😭😭😔😔 I’m bawling
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via avraham-chai)