Yesterday the sun stained my cheeks a flushed pink, and today the wind blew the leaves from the white willow in my backyard.
Tomorrow marks my final day of junior year; I find it incredible that I survived. Did I even survive? Who knows. I turned in the last portion of my architecture project and began crying to my teacher because I knew I could have done better. But the word 'done' is all I need right now, and it's enough.

Why did I start crying when I saw that trailer? Perhaps it's something about childhood lost. Perhaps it's just the Arcade Fire song playing. I'm not sure. But regardless, I've been watching it a lot recently.
( Here are some other things I've been thinking about or looking at or listening to lately. )