Hill House

month

February 2012

thisonetimeatzoocamp: I weep for the winter that never came.

I just watched the sunrise.

and I’m still awake. I will hopefully be finishing this essay at seven o’clock. Following which, I will sleep for two hours. Wake up at nine o’clock to shower and attend class at half past ten o’clock. In other news: I must follow a lot of foreign blogs on account of the mass posts at 6 a.m. Surely no sane East Coast U.S.A.-in is awake at this ungodly hour.

“I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the...”

– John Burroughs (via ihavamoustachee)

Some curly-haired boy in a beret just knocked on my door looking for my roommate.