It’s about my summer vacay last April. I’ve been postponing blogging about my trip because it seems like I’m on a roll at work. I have to go through ~1500 photos that I took so that will probably take a while.
On a happier note, I only have ~30 video clips (I forgot to take videos in Vietnam! /wrist) so I think making a vlog will suffice for now. I’ll insert some of my favorite photos throughout the vlog so I think it won’t as much of a problem.
It’ll be up around Sunday or Monday. ‘Till then… Toodles!
I wasn’t always in love with Colton Calloway; I was in love with his younger brother, Kyle, first. Kyle was my first one true love, my first in every way.
Then, one stormy August night, he died, and the person I was died with him.
Colton didn’t teach me how to live. He didn’t heal the pain. He didn’t make it okay. He taught me how to hurt, how to not be okay, and, eventually, how to let go.
If I’ll be honest to goodness, I bawled like a girl (because technically, I am) on the first couple chapters and sobbed like a baby until the end. The song choices, the lyrics, and the pain Nelly had felt like all too real. Like it’s also an extension of me.
Read this book, have a box of Kleenex, and prepare to be bitch-slapped towards the end.
PS: A bottle of anti-depressants will help…but if you don’t have that, a box of chocolates will do. :-)
Fred had always been the middle child. On the day of his funeral, the Weasley siblings lined up in birth order to carry his coffin. Fred was in the middle for the last time.
The year we became I. Sucker punch to the gut, ya’ll.
3 Reasons Why I Cuss
1. Because I fucking want to.
2. Because I fucking can.
3. Because I don’t give a fuck.
Fuckity fuck fuck.
