5-11-2016, Italy, civil unions are legalized ♀♀ ♂♂ ♀♂
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there is so much beauty in road trips tbh like driving past neon lights and looking at the stars and getting out of the car to get gas and snacks at 2am and driving past red rocks and fresh air and seeing the moon while listening to music that makes you feel a certain way idk UGH
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Returning.
It is going to be awkward when we aren’t the foreign kid anymore when we go home, nor will they care about us being exchange students. For a month they might comment on it but our awesome stories will be forgotten to them, we will fade in with the others at school. Family gatherings might bring it up or the curious… teacher, but our eventful life will be forgotten, except to us. The way we live from the day we return is influenced by our host country, with our self esteem boosted, confidence amazing, humor worldly, and all barriers broken. They may not see it but we will always be exchange students, kids who actually grew up and saw the world.
As a foreign exchange student
When you see snow for the first time.
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Future exchange students begging for time to fly and current exchange students for it to stop
Your reaction when someone tell you “I had to go on trip for 2 weeks without my parents, that was SO HARD"
Can we talk about this willow smith tweet??
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She’s a part of the youth that’ll shape the future.
oH NO FUCK I HAVE A CRUSH I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE A CRUSH DURING EXCHANGE PLS MAKE IT STAHP THIS IS DUMB
An exchange year is like a good book. It has bonding, friendship, family, suspense, excitement, tension, fights, making up, relevations, tragedy, a touch of romance, bittersweet endings and you can see the amount of pages you still have to read getting smaller and smaller. When you finally reach the last chapter, feel the end of this world coming, you try to stay in those pages a little longer, read more carefully, flip back through the book. After you finally close the book staring into the nothing, it leaves you with a feeling of emptiness and you first wonder what you are gonna do with your life. This world has sucked you in and it is hard to let go. Then you open the book again, reread your favorite scenes, smile and see connections, ruffle through the pages, skimming them, remembering the almost forgotten chapters. Then you put it on the shelf where it has its own place, the colorful cover sticking out between the other books. Once in a while you will take it out and read it again, remembering the old you, reading it for the first time.
An exchange year is like a good dish, the saltiness of tears and the sweetness of the moment, the savoring of the last, delicious bites, framing one perfect memory.
An exchange year is the year when you sure as hell will never run out of metaphors.
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I love the ‘50s. I love Marilyn Monroe with her big red lips and that incredible cat eye, it’s amazing.
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