Cheers to another year of late nights. Sometimes studying. Sometimes socialzing. Sometimes working until 1 am.
Cheers to another semester of questionable weather. Sometimes sunny. Sometimes stormy. Sometimes snowy in a traffic jam.
Cheers to the halfway point of college. Onto careers. Onto new peers. Onto another hemisphere.
So let's cram and live off of old cans of spam and tell ourselves that we're the millennials on the verge of BAM not stuck in a world of exams.
the sound of my dad’s guitar playing his favorite chords the typing of my mom’s fingers going through family records the smell of the ceramics studio full of the kiln, dust and glaze the running home
it’s the little things they always say like how you listen more than you ever have before or how you stopped opening my car door like how you squeeze me tighter in our hugs or how you don’t answer me
I cant remember the last photo i took maybe it was a mountain maybe my niece maybe myself maybe you looking away no matter what it was it’s the last thing my lense has seen which means it means everyt