I just want my words to be worth reading. I want you to know me without ever hearing my name. (it could happen you know.) I want each of you to know I will always choose people over sleep, chocolate over vanilla, and honestly any road before treadmills.  I want you to believe me when I say that not-quite-18 doesn't mean I'm not...

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We wanted a grand finale to seal up our summer, one night to define three months worth of curfews. We wanted goodbyes to never sting but if we're being honest I cried siting inbetween J & C yesterday. We wanted the cuts to scar just so we'd have a story to tell, and for snocones to never get old and for just a...

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Find music loud enough to shake the dust and save your thoughts for Monday. ...

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She bought pretty dresses and pretty words. And it didn't matter from which mouth they spilled, so long as the strung-together sentences glistened when they hit the air. She watched 17 fade along with the hands that had shaped it, but she didn't mind all that much either. Backyard volleyball courts and fushia nail polish and jeep rides have been stamped into the...

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