dana's wanderlust*

A Wellesley alum, studying Public Health at Cambridge and preparing to start medical school at HMS this fall.

A string of thoughts to keep me grounded,
as I strive to give back to the world--
not with naive idealism, but with critical optimism.
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Damien Rice

—Cannonball

I started listening to our song again. It no longer makes me sad. It’s so yesterday. Buh-bye, Little Danita.

And yes, stones have taught me to fly. 

Cannonball - Damien Rice

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what’s going on

Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven’t kissed
You step a little closer eat
Still I can’t say what’s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can’t see what’s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
‘Cause it’s not hard to fall
And I don’t wanna scare her
It’s not hard to fall
And I don’t wanna lose
It’s not hard to grow
When you know that you just don’t know