It’s weird I lived in a hotel in Boston for a year of my life, this one to be exact. Seems so far away.
Harry? (Taken with Instagram)
Boston graffiti (Taken with Instagram)
Lucky Christmas tree? (Taken with Instagram)
The street I used to live on in Boston, exactly the same. (Taken with Instagram)
“Welcome to grassachuetts” I got this at hempfest 2009 in Boston for 5$ from a hippie, I don’t even smoke. I’m leaving for Connecticut & Massachusetts in a few days, feels appropriate to take this. (Taken with Instagram)
from my last flight home from boston, how much life changes in a year is unbelievable sometimes
what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of time
my slouchy hat wearing, cardigan sweater loving side of myself will miss boston come fall, but when it comes down to it i’m still happy with my choice.
i don’t know why i didn’t get around to telling this sooner, so i spent two hours at the giant borders off washington street thursday after class, at first looking for books to read, after i found what i wanted i wandered around for a bit and came across the post secret books. i remembered seeing on the website how some people would write down their secrets then put them in the book for the next person who read, or bought it to find. out of curiosity i looked through two. i found four secrets, one of which someone wrote a note in response to, i’m thinking of putting them all on a postcard and mailing it in, but then again they aren’t my secrets.