#tessboyer

Little things haunt me daily, all reminders of Tess' absence. It may be her favorite poet showing up on my dash, a song she sang playing in the market, or the mention of anything related to Gossip Girl. I will never stop missing her. I lost my best friend almost exactly 8 months ago, and the worst part is, I still don't know what happened. Forever your confidante, S.

“Who knew”: the last lyric that poured out of my body in front of millions of Americans. I drew my head back, let the words consume me, and in that instant, became more vulnerable than I have ever been before. With sweaty palms, a heartbeat as quick as the drumbeat backing me, and the feeling you get from riding the most dangerous of roller coasters, I anxiously awaited the results