my father is in for graduation. work at the cone corner will cease until the ceremonies are over ( Read more... )

you know we'll be friends til we die.

Thejerrymathers: almost done with school?
XdollbreedX: 22222 dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyysssssssss
Thejerrymathers: haha
XdollbreedX: wait
XdollbreedX: my overexaggeration made it appear that i still had 2 million 2 thousand 2 hundred and twenty two days left
XdollbreedX: when in actuality.
Thejerrymathers: hhha
XdollbreedX: 2
Thejerrymathers: good

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sometimes.

it feels good to cry.

summer evenings. humid environments, ceiling fans circulating hot air and the smell of old things. crickets singing their sweet songs in the darkness, for no reason other than understanding rituals. how the smells change with each coming season; the first strand of summertime breezes replaying memories of summers lost in your mind. snow and the ( Read more... )

humble belly full of rice and happiness. messy hair, comfortable p.js, smudged makeup, and a love for life. distant lights, tired eyes and forgotten laughter.

(all that defines me this night.)

blake and jeremy, you bring back good memories.

I like how when I'm nice to someone who is nice to me first, but just so happens to be friends with someone I now despise, it looks as if I'm still interested in the person I despise's life ( Read more... )

cutting my own hair is oh so good.
(anyone, tell me something sweet)

xo.

I am eating a bowl of dry applejacks and enjoying the simplicity of the night.

(this is your invitation at feeling real.)

sometimes I think the world and all its complexities couldn't possibly upset me any greater. but then - I hear my father's voice, and I realize everything is going to be okay.

here's to you, daddy. in georgia.