One day you wake up and realize that the people who were in your corner, aren’t there anymore. Why is it that as we grow into ourselves we accept the bare minimum from others. The half-assed. The broken promises. The lack of attention. Its strange. But one day, we wake up and realize that we have accepted far less than what we truly deserve. And then one day, we move on.

Figure it out.

Sister busted her ass approximately 30 minutes after this photo. Hilarious.

Strange, large, round barn. Nothing of substantial value (other than the people who held many secrets to life) inside.

Solo biker (also a fellow ginger), two young foreigners in love, pelting rain and agony half way through the adventure.

Snow on the side of the road that was knee high (fell multiple times), K joined, purchased t-shirt, post cards, and stickers.