A Collection of Our Lives I like coffee, cardigans, and the smell of old library books.

I'm keeping it real with myself and hoping that I don't judge myself too much looking back.
I want proof that this actually happened. That I made it through this semester, miserable as I don’t even know, and was still able to pull out with something to be proud of.

I want proof that this actually happened. That I made it through this semester, miserable as I don’t even know, and was still able to pull out with something to be proud of.