Live-Love-Burn-Die.
I never imagined the day of my high school graduation as being in the past. And now I have just finished my Freshman year of college. My first year of higher education is over. Over.
I have convinced myself that I have had the best year out of everyone I know back home. I wouldn't trade this experience I've endured for anything. The people I've met, the professors who have changed my mind, the memories I've made and the environment I've spent it all in. Unforgettable.
It all just brings me one day closer to entering the 'real world' and one day closer to the realization that I am still completely lost in life.
If I could marry music, I'd promise myself to Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers.
Being a coward is not a legitimate career.
My newfound knowledge: Marriage is overrated. How can a silly, little ring really keep two people in love? Why buy into the concept when everyone isn't granted permission to marry? What's the point of an elaborate wedding with an expensive, white dress and flowers that are going to die anyways? What the hell does it justify? Nothing. Marriage is overrated.
Time is running out...
Some people are only in love with the idea of being in love.
Spending every last penny I have on concert tickets sounds like the best idea I've ever heard.
It's funny how your worst enemies always turn out to be your best friends. Or even worse- yourself.
Watch your mouth. Hold your tongue. Some things are better left unsaid.
Please tell me, How do you get through the day with that big ego of yours?
How To Be An Artist--
Stay loose. Learn to watch a smile. Plant impossible gardens. Invite someone dangerous to tea. Make little signs that say "Yes!" and post them all over your house. Look forward to dreams. Cry during movies. Swing as high as you can on a swingset by moonlight. Do it for love. Take lots of maps. Laugh alot. Build a fort with blankets. Hug trees. Play with everything. Giggle with children. Entertain your inner child. Have wild imaginations. Read everyday. Bless yourself. Listen to old people. Open up. Dive in. Be free. Drive fear away. Get wet. Refuse to be responsible. Write love letters.
"Money is the root of all evil." This is true.
So insert my heart here.
I have convinced myself that I have had the best year out of everyone I know back home. I wouldn't trade this experience I've endured for anything. The people I've met, the professors who have changed my mind, the memories I've made and the environment I've spent it all in. Unforgettable.
It all just brings me one day closer to entering the 'real world' and one day closer to the realization that I am still completely lost in life.
If I could marry music, I'd promise myself to Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers.
Being a coward is not a legitimate career.
My newfound knowledge: Marriage is overrated. How can a silly, little ring really keep two people in love? Why buy into the concept when everyone isn't granted permission to marry? What's the point of an elaborate wedding with an expensive, white dress and flowers that are going to die anyways? What the hell does it justify? Nothing. Marriage is overrated.
Time is running out...
Some people are only in love with the idea of being in love.
Spending every last penny I have on concert tickets sounds like the best idea I've ever heard.
It's funny how your worst enemies always turn out to be your best friends. Or even worse- yourself.
Watch your mouth. Hold your tongue. Some things are better left unsaid.
Please tell me, How do you get through the day with that big ego of yours?
How To Be An Artist--
Stay loose. Learn to watch a smile. Plant impossible gardens. Invite someone dangerous to tea. Make little signs that say "Yes!" and post them all over your house. Look forward to dreams. Cry during movies. Swing as high as you can on a swingset by moonlight. Do it for love. Take lots of maps. Laugh alot. Build a fort with blankets. Hug trees. Play with everything. Giggle with children. Entertain your inner child. Have wild imaginations. Read everyday. Bless yourself. Listen to old people. Open up. Dive in. Be free. Drive fear away. Get wet. Refuse to be responsible. Write love letters.
"Money is the root of all evil." This is true.
So insert my heart here.