If I were between the ages of fourteen and twenty two I would have stood at the base of this monument last night — a short, freezing walk away from the first landing place of the pilgrims — and waited for it to light up like a tall, festive castle.

Instead, I slept through the Pacific Northwest rain. 

Happy Thanksgiving, no matter what coast you’re on. Oh hell, we’ll even include you people in the middle.

(Source: i-want-your-skulls)