I’m sad because I know people I care about are doing some crazy shit to their bodies and I’m so worried about them. 

I’m sad because people grow up or grow away and lose touch.

I’m sad because I don’t give a fuck about any boy from my past, fuck them all but I miss my old friends.  I’m sad because I miss the nights we spent together laughing and lurking and not really doing anything. 

I’m sad because I miss being bound together by music and singing Brand New and Funeral at the tops of our lungs.

Do you remember sneaking out of your grandparent’s house at 3 am just to sit on the front porch or jump on the trampoline or take the jeep to wendy’s?

Do you remember going to shows for the music and not to have a place to get fucked up?

Do you remember?

Do you remember?

Do you remember?

Please tell me you remember.  

I’m sad because I’m seeing so many smart and talented people waste themselves because they don’t believe in anything. 

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I want to use my creativity and have energy every single day of my life, and I want to fall into bed every night feeling totally worn out in the most productive way possible.  I want to feel like everyday of my life I’ve successfully completed some huge project.  I want to go to school (I think) for some sort of business degree. (I have no idea what kind.)  I want to open a bakery in a southern city by some water.  I want the food I serve to be based on my grandmother’s recipes.  She makes the best loaves of bread, cheese rings, and coconut cakes with 7 minute icing.  Hopefully this business will be successful, because I plan on pouring my entire being into this.  I want to marry Benjamin Stapleton, and remain best friends with him for the rest of my entire life.  I want to see him accomplish his dreams and support him no matter what obstacles push against us.

pull inside out

wash with warm water 

olive oil it 

rosemary it 

salt n peppa

350 

2.5 hours