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"And I Shall Stay The Way I Am, Because I Do Not Give a Damn"
I also love chedder cheese, hot chocolate, sherlock, How I Met Your Mother, Laughing, Creeping, Red Sox, IU Basketball, Music, Laughing, and Weddings.
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Amazing
Those nights where everything just feels perfect. When all you want is there, right within reach. Happiness is a cloud that seems to engulf you, and life seems to be just amazing.
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Stupid fucks have no clue what the hell they are talking about.
Another ending
Here we are, nine months after we started. I wasn’t sure we were gonna make it for a second, but now, one last eight am is all that is standing between us and the freedom that only summer provides. How are you feeling? Sad? Excited?
You were there for one of the greatest sporting upsets of all time. You were fifteen feet away from one of your heroes. You learned new things, met new people, and jumped off new ledges (literally). You fucking lived.
Did it suck at times? Oh yeah. You remember the countless all nightwear, the crazy weight fluctuations, the crying jags, the angry letters that were scribbled furiously in your book that were never sent.
But then think about singing songs on the ukulele about thesis statements. Think about speeches that you worked your ass off for and how gratified you felt when you got that 100. Think about smash, as stupid as it is. Think about tornado threats and sing along jamming sessions. Think about how you said “fuck it” and went off to Lake Monroe. Think about when an entire fraternity and sorority sang happy birthday while you swayed dangerously on a sofa. Think about the movie nights. Think about political analysis. Think about all the debates and the arguments. Think about the highs. Think about the lows. Think about the music that spoke to you. Think about professors who wear too much pink. Think about the walks you took. Think about jumping in showalter fountain. Think about the stories you heard and told. Think about how happy you were and don’t fucking forget it.
These are the times of our lives. Bask in the beauty of the ability to live.
And take comfort in the fact that you’ll be back in three months. You can fuck shit up all over again then.
I think sometimes we go numb to how much we really love a person. It’s like when we really whole hearteningly are head over heals for a long enough time we just become so used to it that we believe its not love anymore. Every girl has this perfect image in their minds of how love should be. How it’s long walks on the beach and romantic dinners. But thats not what love is. Love is messy and hurts more than anything. Love is being able to lay in silence with them and feel completely content with the world around you and not know why. Its screaming fights in the driveway and throwing their clothes in the street but somehow still waiting for them to call you the next day. It’s knowing their flaws and loving them for them. Love is singing at the top of your lungs in their car and not once thinking they will judge you. Love is a box of his things in the corner of your room that no matter how much it hurts, you refuse to throw away. Its crying. Its laughing. Its kissing. Its fighting. Its hurting. Its not knowing what they made you feel till you lose it. Its a word thats terrifying to say when you actually mean it. Love was my 16th birthday with you. Love was our first kiss. Love was our teddy bears. Love was everything i never thought it would be.
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