Early on in the vacation, I lost an old friend and sailing coach in a freak accident. This death threw me way off course and affected me a lot more than I could have expected it to. 2,377 more words
Tags » Summertime Sadness
This post is going up way later than I wanted, but it’s still August right? I went all LDR this time, and this one was pretty easy, her music embodies Summer, class, and what America used to be… When things were simpler, and maybe more romantic, and maybe better, but how could we know, we weren’t there. 355 more words
A heart that’s full up like a landfill
Bruises that won’t heal
You look so tired and unhappy.
Summer is almost over; in a mere few weeks, there will be more and more ochre, and amber, and reddish leaves strewn across the pavement; but for now still, it hits hard: the heat is unbearable; and you haven’t slept for… 615 more words
I love the summertime. Maybe it’s the lack of stress and the ability for me to do whatever the fuck I want in these 3 months, or because I don’t have to deal with the annoying kids at my school, or it’s the weather and how it’s always so pretty outside, but the result is that for the past couple of years summer has been the only time when I’m not suicidally depressed. 300 more words