I want to sit here all day.

2 months. I’m excited sometimes.. other times I almost dread it.

My afternoon: journaling in Hermann Park

I love this city.

gofuckingnuts:

Up, Up and away

I desperately want to go here.

Something I have to constantly remind myself of.

I wish I could evict you from my damn brain.

You don’t need no high I.Q.
To get right down and sing the blues.
If you’re down, here’s what to do;
Me and my guitar will sing for you.

Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.

I got a box and an old whisk broom.
We gonna rock around the room.
When my guitar plays this tune,
We gonna dance to the light of the moon.

What you feel, that ain’t no jive.
The get down sound makes you feel alive.


Push it, little Rachel, push it.
Push it, little Rachel, push it.

Pull it, little Rachel, pull it.
Pull it, little Rachel, pull it. 

- Little Rachel by Eric Clapton 

So I don’t have a high IQ, but I have a Clapton solo. Good enough.

“An anthropologist proposed a game to the kids in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the kids that who ever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats. When he asked them why they had run like that as one could have had all the fruits for himself they said: UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?” - Unknown