caitlin kerka. 22. newjersey. senior at High Point University in NC. on my own trip.

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  • adorable little puppy visits for our final TWLOHA meeting 😭

    final meeting for TWLOHA High Point UChapter for me and incoastalstates. holy shit this has been one of the greatest things I’ve been a part of and I’m so grateful to have been able to be VP for my last year at school. hope is real. love is the movement.

    22 April, 2014


Day (1)

    I’ve never missed someone the way I miss you. It’s not as intense as the way I’ve missed other people. It’s not as ‘rip my heart out sad’ as it has been with other people. But i feel it. It doesn’t even make sense to me at times. I miss you in my dreams and I miss you in the songs we used to hear. I wanted to be enough and I wanted to miss you in every breath. I get sad when I think about how maybe it all just wasn’t enough, but I don’t even know what enough is. Was I enough? Were you enough? I miss you in the poems I read. I miss you in my laughs and the way you gazed at me like there was no better sound. I miss the comfort. I miss the ease. Maybe one day I’ll miss you enough for the both of us and we’ll miss our way back to eachother.

    22 April, 2014


    "I wish somebody had told me that loving people, knowing how to love those people, and those people loving you back were three entirely different things.
    — Della Hicks-Wilson (via perfect)"
    (via twloha)

    22 April, 2014


Typewriter Series #756 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I want fireworks from mountaintops and lightning from windowsills.  I want lazy board games where rules forget to matter and I want shouting matches over important things.  I want a passion that burns through us and sets the sheets on fire.  I want to wake up covered in soot from the night before.  I want a hand to catch my head when my eyes fill up with water, and I want fingers to find my shoulders when the weight of a lifetime feels too heavy from time to time.  I want to be the tireless palms that rub the aches from your flesh and the kiss on the forehead after you fall asleep from it.  I want the steering wheel cold in my hands on the start of a morning road trip far from here and I want to be the sound of your legs stretching when we stop for gas.  I want the photos of every sign at the border of every state and I want my fingers slightly stained with the stamps from every visa in our passports.  I want the odor of strange food that snakes its way down long streets and the sound of boots on cobblestone and clay.
Part Two.

    GUYS I got accepted to the South Africa AND Tanzania 4-week program in mid June! Now I just have to decide if I want to do the Childcare program in South Africa or the Orphanage program in Tanzania. holy shit holy shit holy shit

    22 April, 2014

    "What screws us up the most in life is the picture in your heads of how it’s supposed to be."
    Anonymous  (via c-oquetry)

    21 April, 2014