put it down. i don’t want to even imagine a wrinkly old you.
(Source: theb-brainstorming, via ryangosling)
Shit! I got that exciting race down my spine, slight thud in my chest, and light behind my eyes when I saw you today and I honestly don’t know why. Psychologically, I know it can’t and won’t be, but subconsciously, I’m apparently wishing differently.
Really want to do hookah this summer… In honor of my Lebanese heritage, of course!
(Source: iamnotananomaly)
You realize all your closest friends aren’t close at all. In fact, they’re all hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away.
The one thing I wish for is someone I can be with when I’m old, white-haired, and wrinkled and turn to and say, “Remember when we…”
Auditions are done. I’ll get the last of my responses from schools this week. Hockey’s over. For good. I feel so unburdened and free for the first time since college applications came out to interrupt the bliss of my summer.
This is the time for me to change the “tight ass” ways I’ve been accused of portraying throughout high school. I have just three weeks before my jaw surgery and I’m not about to waste a second of it…
I’m stoked.
