just to say i love

nelle. twenty-five (when i remember). student (& unsure, really, how to be anything else). nyc (but perpetually homesick for wherever i'm not).

composed primarily of words, coffee, tea, dreams, not-enough-sleep, the collision of dissonant worlds, breathtaking music, a tenacious belief in magic, laughter, echoes, whispers of history, the smell of the world after it rains, & punctuation.

‘Congress in 1868 was concerned with the activity of certain countries refusing to recognize the citizenship of naturalized Americans traveling abroad, and repatriating such citizens against their will.’

— Dames & Moore v Regan, 453 US 654 (1981)

I feel like there are stories here, AND I WANT THEM.

:this is not the sentence that i should be focusing on it: :but i can't help it: :you can't just say stuff like this and casually move on rehnquist: