Things that kill me lately are leaving North Carolina, not attending Chapel Hill this fall, leaving North Carolina and returning to the midwest. Literally. Cue all my tears.
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and rains fall soft upon your fields. And, until we meet again, may God keep you in the palm of His hand.- Irish Blessing (via fraternalclassics)