|—||Harriet Beecher Stowe|
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Bulgaria this week.
Oktoberfest in October
Amsterdam in November
……broke for the next two years. I regret nothing.
Eating jelly beans and reading. If I was on a train I could at least imagine I was on my way to Hogwarts :(
|—||My boring life|