4insley:

theheatofthesouth:

Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good

Truth

(via theroyalnonesuch)

Mah girl 🙌🙌

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attractionns:

blissfullyamiss:

sanahgohar:
This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.

☁️


I teared up at work today looking at pictures I took last winter of the snow. I knew I loved snow but I didn’t realize it made me that emotional

attractionns:

blissfullyamiss:

sanahgohar:

This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.

☁️

I teared up at work today looking at pictures I took last winter of the snow. I knew I loved snow but I didn’t realize it made me that emotional

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laureninlilly:

Caitlin is perfect I want her closet 😍

laureninlilly:

Caitlin is perfect I want her closet 😍

(Source: southern-curls-and-pearls)

"I looked along the San Juan Islands and the coast of California, but I couldn’t find the palette of green, granite, and dark blue that you can only find in Maine." ⚓️💙 (at Cape Neddick Lighthouse)

No matter where I move, nothing will compare to my beautiful Maine. I am forever a new englander.

"I looked along the San Juan Islands and the coast of California, but I couldn’t find the palette of green, granite, and dark blue that you can only find in Maine." ⚓️💙 (at Cape Neddick Lighthouse)

No matter where I move, nothing will compare to my beautiful Maine. I am forever a new englander.

funkies:

lame-waves:

i guess i recorded an ice bucket challenge today after i got my wisdom teeth out ??

I have never watched a better video in my entire life.

asleepingworld tomorrow! <3

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mrs-kennedy-and-me:

The Kennedy’s

mrs-kennedy-and-me:

The Kennedy’s

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eat-sleep-sail-repeat:

I love airports. They signify traveling and adventure. Yes, there is lots of waiting but that is time to yourself, or time to meet new people, or time to get things done. Airports either mean going away, which is exciting, or going home, which is comforting. People should stop complaining about the long waits and security, the uncomfortable seats and the bad food. So settle down, listen to some relaxing music or talk to a stranger, because airports are awesome.

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voguexprep:

prepperina:

prepinkentucky:

Bar Harbor, Maine

I used to spend every summer here and I miss it so much 😩😩😩

Obsessed with bar harbor 😍


I miss my Maine

voguexprep:

prepperina:

prepinkentucky:

Bar Harbor, Maine

I used to spend every summer here and I miss it so much 😩😩😩

Obsessed with bar harbor 😍

I miss my Maine

(via averynantucketsummer)

"Get excited about the little things. About wearing a new outfit for the first time. About Sunday brunches with your best friends. About the new cute guy in your class. About finding an extra dollar in your pocket. About anything that even remotely makes you happy because as you grow up, passions fade and enthusiasm gets mistaken for foolishness. So don’t let the grey world stop you from shining."

— note to self (via smilesandgrace)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via smilesandgrace)

"Confidence isn’t walking into a room with your nose in the air, and thinking you are better than everyone else. It’s walking into a room and not having to compare yourself to anyone else in the first place."

— (via raychillster)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via velvet-rain)

You know what I love? The beach at night. The air is no longer thick with humidity, but refreshingly warm and breezy; with the smell of the salty air consuming you, brushing over your skin. It’s quiet, except for the crashing of the waves and the swirling of the water as it recedes from the shoreline. The sand feels cold and damp as your feet sink into it with every step. You feel free, like you can do anything. Like you can get up and run away with no worries. But you also feel so small. With the array of stars overhead and the vast ocean before you, you feel like you’re only a grain of sand in the world. It’s comforting, though; you feel so safe here, like this is home. The beach is home.

(Source: a-southern-peach, via thediaryofanewenglandgirl)