Our months of drawn out kisses and sweaty hands clasped together. Our hot three hour long bus rides to New York and another one to Philly. Our Julys in the rain. Our Augusts of heartbreak and tears that grew seeds into our hearts. Our eager hello’s and that gutting final goodbye. The summer months were always ours, even when we ended.
Crying does not make you pathetic. Grieving does not make sensitive. And hurting does not mean you are weak. It just means you are strong enough to feel. You are stronger than going numb.
An awesome date doesn’t have to cost an arm and a leg, that’s for sure, and it’s way easier to think of date ideas when the weather is nice.
When you see photos of your friends vacationing in Italy and kissing their boyfriends in front of Cinderella’s Castle, it’s easy to feel like you’ve been wasting your entire summer.
I’ll always come back to our garden, where I can smell your scent again. And all day long I’ll linger here with memories strong and true.
Go to sleep with your windows open. I promise you, it’ll be the best sleep of your life.
LA is the perfect last-minute getaway because there’s so much to do there and tons of completely free entertainment, and you don’t need to book in advance. I’ve zipped up there many times, and I’ve always booked everything less than 10 days prior with no issues.
Things that piss you off about Blake Lively.
When it comes to getting in shape in time for summer, the struggle is definitely real.
“Sunshine at the beach.”