Last time on Goroabe Bridge, last time in Plaza del Castillo, last time on campus in about half an hour, maybe. Probably. Gotta turn in library books and take a last exam and I can't imagine why I'd go back after that.
But there's a last time for everything. You can choose to cry about it, or not.
Here is the place where I am to ramble about life and love and languages. You'll probably encounter some quasi-anthropological ranting and a lot of wanderlust. I do try not to be too emo, and occasionally throw in things of worldly interest, so stop by and read if you have a few minutes. :)
Whom to Know
- Elindomiel
- I'm a university student who likes languages, literature, and having friends from all over the world.
1 comment:
You could always go back, silly. :) I know, it wouldn't be the same.
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