Tomorrow I have my last class of the year.
But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult! The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace” —Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via alfsaga)
I need help reacting to something.
Guys, how am I supposed to deal with finals and the end of the year?
Because I have no idea and my whole brain is crying.
I’m just sitting here like…
…what are emotions and how do I make them go away.
Do you ever just get the sudden inexplicable urge to play with a dog?
Because all I really want is to play fetch and roll around in the grass with a dog right now…