addicted to the idea

from tattoos to tears, lovers to loves lost, broken hearts to bear hugs, early morning pregames to erasing our problems with late nights, homework to halloween, moving in to moving out, nail polish to new memories, unrequited feelings to unrecognized potential, study rooms to skeeps, papers to perfect nights, phi psi to fermented grapes, Call Me Maybe to keeping up the perfect friendship.

this year has been amazing, and I have never grown so much as a person. I don’t really want anything to change but it’s all going to so I guess I will just have to appreciate every single moment from here on out. Remember every detail so my memory reflects the dirty frat floors just as they are. I love my friends here and will miss them dearly but I can’t wait to make more insane memories. 

Junior year, here I come.  

We are the reckless, we are the wild youth,
chasing visions of our futures.