Its funny how when you leave for a place foreign, every item you fill your luggage seems to bring hefty nostalgia and unfound reminiscence as these thoughts weigh you down. And when you bid goodbye and once again, attempting the same cycle, every item seems to weigh a little too prodigious in your grasp now; the simple mechanical movement of the arm seems dilatory with the rumination of memories. Thank god for the invention of e-mail, the world definitely seems smaller with it.

Mas, enfim, existem coisas que somente o coração é capaz de explicar. E às vezes não adianta só virar a página, muitas vezes precisamos rasgá-la. Cuide bem do seu amor, seja quem for. E quando eu falo em felicidade, estou me referindo a você. Eles eram totalmente diferentes, mas tinham algo em comum.

If you are lonely, dim all lights and put on a horror-movie. Sips tea and goes about business. What the fuck is this. Im the girl with the broom. I guess in a way we all grew up to be Debbie. I always wanted to be her tbh. Kylie is not problematic or racist.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013. June 1 - July 1, 2013. This is our last blog for our Mission; it is a bitter sweet moment. It has been a very busy month. We had to get permission from. The security police to actually go over to the fence and say our goodbyes and take pictures. It was so great to see them and to take pictures.