Liz.

is a 19 year old student living in upstate New York, studying international agriculture and writing like crazy.

This inspiration blog is a concoction of light and language, words and sounds. Some of it's her own, some of it's not.

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Read the Printed Word!

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Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks preformed by The National and Bon Iver

(Source: foralskelse)

Soft.

conceptualnudity:

I know that I would rather be unbearably sensitive for the rest of my life than unforgivably callous for even just a moment. I would rather spend my days loving too much than not loving at all. I would rather my heart be a home, not a hotel.

(via wrists)

Are we like major or minor anyway?

Wearing ponchos, drinking crunchy russians (soy milk + rum) and doing calligraphy with Tom on our living room floor. I have two papers to write before midnight, a room to completely gut, and a pile of clothes to shove into a suitcase, but this week has been far too melancholy; far too full of both ambiguity and appreciation not to step back and watch these strange and wonderful moments from afar. 

My sanity and my health are in tact, home is on the horizon, and the people in my life are truly beautiful when I allow them to be. It’s as if I have my life together. It’s as if the best is only yet to come. 

(Source: nothing-on-you)