The Fault In Our Stars
I just wanna say, never been a major cryer. Especially with books, but at 3am when I finally finished John Green’s The Fault In Our Stars I sat and weeped for about half an hour. Omg that book is too intense and heartbreaking and beautiful to handle.
Beach day! Road trip to Weston pardaaaaaay
Sugar cane pressin’ an harvestin’. The press was created by Mario, the tree hand hauled from the abundant rainforest in their backyard
Ma cuz on his travels. Too envious.
