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The Happenings of Late

// I have been missing Mackenzie.

// I enjoy repeatedly drowning myself in a sea of written words and words to be written.

// I have fallen in love with dried fruit (apricots, raisins, figs: you name it, I probably eat it).

// I have wanted to be inspired and inspire others but I think I must go on an inner journey of self-discovery first.

// I've decided that perhaps this blog has wavered and I may take some time to shut down and reevaluate its purpose (which means I may not be posting for a while...).

// I haven't gone on break from blog designing yet. I think I'm afraid to give myself more free time.

// My writing class is swiftly approaching and due to my broken laptop, I may have to borrow one of my older sister's many devices (thank you, God, for blessing me with a generous older sibling).

// I created a small writing inspiration board, for my room. It has quotes and encouraging words scribbled onto bright pink index cards and I must say I love it very, very much.

// My hands smell like salmon, due to helping my mother in the kitchen. We're trying out this new diet thing and it means we're "eating clean" (no wheat, no dairy of any kind, no added sugars, and the list goes on). I don't like the blandness of the diet, but I do feel better. I feel energetic and perhaps, happier.

// I enjoy feeling, thinking, and speaking in a "philosophical" way. I think I want that to be my "tone" when I write.

// S.A.R.K is awesome (go here, please).

// And now, I shall end with a quote; "It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I'd much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure." -Ernie Harwell

Thank you for reading. <3 (photo via pinterest)

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  2. unknown23.6.14

    just thought i would let you know- i've been following you on pinterest for a while (which, by the way, i love), but only just visited your blog. i'm quite sad to hear you won't be posting for the rest of the month, but there's only a few days! i'm excited to see what you will post next. i think you & your blog are quite lovely.

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