No More, No Less

maledictor:

I wish I could be there to witness all the people who don’t know how to pronounce Les Miserables getting their movie tickets　

(via carolineamour)

This is getting ridiculous.

When I get sick I rarely give myself time to get better…simply because I don’t have time to get better. I’ve been horribly sick with 13 hour dance days, work, rehearsals, camp midkiff, and such all week and today I just couldn’t do it any more. I went to sleep at about 3am last night and its 11pm now today. I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MANY HOURS I HAVE BEEN SLEEPING TODAY. lol. its been great and I FINALLY feel better, but damn. this has been ridiculous. My poor body really needed that sleep.

I hate it when kids have parents that get them anything they want and they still complain.

sodamnrelatable:

via sodamnrelatable

(Source: jumoke-ng)

I want you to know.

That I was happy tonight. I was truly happy with a kind of happiness that you fear you’ll never feel again, but it’s okay because it was so good that it will last you. I was with people I genuinely love. I was surrounded by them all day long. I played with them. I danced with them. I sang with them. I talked to them. I listened to them. I ran with them. I sat under the stars with them. I cuddled with them in the most comfortable bed I’ve ever laid on. My day was marvelous.

I want you to know this because when I sent you that text I could not tell you, “it gets better.” all I could say is “I hope you’re okay soon.” I could not tell you because I didn’t know if it was true, I can’t really lie to you. I didn’t think of you today and get sad. I didn’t feel that deep hurt. I thought of you once and worried about you and then I realized you’ll be okay one day too. It hurts like hell right now, I know. But one day you will be truly happy again and you won’t be hurt that you’re sure she absolutely never thinks about you, just like I know you don’t think about me and worry like I do about you sometimes. It’s okay. It really is. You might always love her, but you’ll look back and remember the times that were good, and choose to forget how shitty things really were.

It hurts. God, it hurts. Fuck. It’s awful.
But you don’t realize what you’ve been missing. There are nights under stars waiting for you. Genuine, real, honest, pure nights. Nights you will never forget. Wherever you end up with who ever you end up with. It’s better than the things you’re having to leave behind. Chin up. Better things are coming your way.

This music.

Is literally making me emotional. It’s beautiful.

This niiiiight.

Outside on the porch listening to Parker play guitar, blake on cello, me, Addie, and Aaron singing. All my favorites. (Mumford, avert, coldplay…etc.) night breeze, beautiful music, amazing people. I’m so happy.