what is this

& they say romance is dead

seen a this edible aint shit but for adderall

“I haven’t been seventeen for very long. But I will say, aside from the schoolwork, it’s really a wonderful time. I have the freedom to go wherever I want to go, but not a ton of responsibility. I can walk out of my house with my dog, and go for this walk, and not worry about much more than getting back home. I do need to finish a 650-word personal statement for my college applications. It’s not an easy thing to describe yourself in 650 words. I don’t really know who I am yet, though I am growing more comfortable with not knowing. At least that means other people aren’t defining me either. When I look at older people I admire, to be honest, I do define them a bit, by their careers, and accomplishments. I guess it’s just the easiest way to understand them, because I haven’t experienced much of being older. When you’re seventeen you haven’t done much. But there’s also freedom to that. Because there’s not much to define you by, other than the moment.”

By April Farnum

—Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimaniaro