And knowing they’re going to be gone is so much worse than death. Preparation can’t prepare you anymore than knowing these words are the last. And what they say, the joy and love I hear, make it that much worse. To turn the somber, the sorrow, into smiles and celebrations make it so much harder. It’s the beauty that breaks me. 

I want to be famous just so I can choose really hot guys to make out with in my music videos. 

I want to take a van. With the best people to the most bizzare places. I want to tell them everything and smile at nothing. Have no reason for the joy, but be happy anyways. What a blissful illusion this is. 

A friend and I are trying to get to California after college. To do so we need a little more than we have. We have a slap bracelet and tumblr..and you. So pleaseeee get the word out there about this new blog!!! Thanks :)

http://snap-crackle-dream.tumblr.com/

parscilla:

instead of publicly shaming girls for wearing shorts on an 80 degree day you should teach teachers and male students to not overly sexualize a normal body part to the point where they apparently cant function in daily life