Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

i’m playing this game called “let’s-wait-until-tomorrow-to-see-how-much-i-regret-not-studying”…

it’s a dangerous, dangerous, long-winded game. 

Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, 

Because their words had forked no lightening they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, hear death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

honeymoon purchased.

what the hell.

perfect thing to do during finals week. or something.

with Courtney & Trevor at Courtney’s lakehouse.

studying for finals.

Katie & Justin are coming later today.

writing my hp with my 14 research books I brought.

i love these women & the men in their lives.

i have such a crush on carey mulligan.

sick day; home watching “an education.” love this.