Here's Lookin at You, Kid.
(via sacredspace)
Found this hole in our wall this morning from whatever living on the other side trying to get through. 😱 (Taken with instagram)
So let me tell you this story.
About three weeks ago I decided I was going to start wearing all of the jewelry I’ve collected. I never wear it because I’m worried I’ll lose something.
So I was at work wearing my EKU class ring and it started to bug me. I put it in my pocket and would randomly check to make sure it was still there every now and then. That night after work I had to take a fast trip to Winchester, and the next day after I’d done laundry I realized I didn’t know where my ring was. I rushed down to the laundry room of my apartment complex, but it wasn’t in the washer or dryer.
I freaked out. My dad bought me that class ring because he said I deserved it; that I worked so hard to graduate on time I should have one. I had dreams about where it would be and turned my apartment upside down. Nothing.
A few minutes ago I woke up from a nap on the couch in our living room and had a weird nagging feeling. I turned on the flashlight app on my phone and took one look under the couch: there it was.
I’m pretty sure no one will care but I don’t give a fuck because I am so relieved!
