is the sound of cars driving in the rain. Something about feels just like home. Like I’m back in my bedroom, staring out my window, begging to be under a New York City hotel-front waiting for a taxi. It evokes every sense of dreamer in my being. I crave it. 

And his name is Ryan Gosling. Currently swooning, brb. 

To compete with me. To constantly keep me on my toes. Everybody I find is so… so… easily settled. I can’t be. I have this constant fire of energy that can’t be satiated. And I’m putting my foot down. No more casual contempt. Challenge me. 

but I am so blessed to have the absolute best sisters in the world. Seriously, though. People can make whatever joke they want about sororities and greek life, but my sisters are beyond Greek letters. They are my world. They are my wall to lean, a shoulder to cry on, and a bridge to build me back up. It’s not just about my college career—my life itself would be a laughless, boring, pathetic being without my girls. They made me who I am today. And for that, no matter turns my way, I am forever grateful.