prepare for a series of emotional text posts about my college graduation today and the events of the past few days….
- riding every roller coaster at six flags with the best people
- coming soooo close to winning cards against humanity TWICE.
- drinking with my bros.
- the harpoon brewery
- the “infinite” moment- singing fleetwood mac in the car with my friends
- eating. a lot.
- not sleeping
- drinking unlimited champagne with my parents
- reading in the boston commons
- walking the city. a lot.
- a night out with one of my best
- fish bowls, sangria, margaritas, etc.
- leading the CAS graduates in procession
- sitting front row at my graduation among thousands of other people
- listening to morgan freeman’s dreamy voice live and in person
- making my family proud
- hugging. a lot.
I have amazing friends and I’m going to miss them sooo, so much after graduation this weekend :(
The Lyrids come every April, and every year I seem to miss them. But tonight will be different, without the cloudy skies or city lights. But also without you.
I was told I could see the meteors the best at 4 am, because otherwise the moonlight drowns them out. Instead I have to wait for the time between the setting of the moon and the rising of the sun. A metaphor of my life for the past eight months - trapped in the anticipation of sunrise, where time seems to be running in place.
But like I said, this year will be different. At 4 am, in a lazy stupor, I’ll step outside with a blanket around my shoulders (instead of your arms) and I’ll look up at the night sky and smile. I’ll see a shooting star, and remember that beautiful things can still happen at 4 am, even before the sun has risen. Even after the moon has set. And even after you.
Paramore - Still Into You
I should be over all the butterflies
But I’m into you (I’m into you)
it always happens like this:
it’s 2am, i can’t sleep, and you cross my mind for the first time all day
after a while i start hoping maybe you’ll come and knock on my door tonight
tell me that you miss me
and then i think
what an absolutely awful thing that would be
what happens when the last person you thought would hurt you does? Then you struggle with your hate and love for him while at the same time feeling so incredibly betrayed. Love sucks. I could use some advice.
i hate to admit it, but i know exactly what you mean. this is probably one of the most conflicting experiences you will ever have to go through, and i’m really sorry to hear this has happened to you. even though your trust is broken now, you can’t lose faith in people. look for support in your friends and family while you try to sort through your confusion. unfortunately time will be the best cure, as you work towards forgiving him, or re-building trust or simply moving forward. i’m sure the person that betrayed you is also going through a range of emotions if he truly cares about you, so he will need time to figure himself out just the same.
i know right now it feels like the floor has been taken out from beneath you, and you probably hate him for what he did but love him for all that he once was, but your heart won’t be broken forever. just take it all one day at a time, write your feelings down if it makes you feel better, and find someone you still trust to confide in and listen to you. it will really help soothe your mind, i promise.
good luck <3
an amazing (and spontaneous) sigur ros concert + amazing friends = an amazing day + a very happy shannon
after three consecutive days of celebrating my irish heritage, i am thankful that st. patrick’s day only comes once a year. and also that i have such amazing friends and family to share it with. i hope you all had an equally successful and safe weekend. <3
Ya know, you would think that love would be enough of a reason for two people to be together. Like if two people are in love, they should logically be together, right?? In a simple and perfect world, I think that would be enough. Instead, life gets in the way. If you could just disregard other emotions or distance or time, love would be enough. That’s how it should be. But instead you get two lonely people longing for the same bed at the end of the day.
i’ll be 75 years old and i’ll still think of you every time i look at the stars and i see orion’s belt. i’ll remember the summer that i fell in love for the first time. i was 19 years old, and you told me that the middle star in orion’s belt was your absolute favorite. i have never forgotten that. i don’t think i ever will.