Well actually it's Tuesday night, but whatever. I'm currently putting 5 Seconds of Summer on the computer and I am so fathing excited to listen to it.
Holy fath, look at what I just found of tumblr.
Laura, I have found your true calling. Actually, scratch that, I have found Hannah's true calling.
So it's actually Wednesday now, and I just came in from a glorious picnic in my backyard. I just love fall. I know I'm going to sound incredibly white, but I'm going to dedicate the rest of this post to fall appreciation.
BUT FIRST.
Grace: I didn't read your post until Monday because I was at your house all weekend, but when I did it made me wish our Bruschetta/Balto weekend never ended. But, I will be seeing y'all on Friday at the best place on planet earth.
Laura: After reading your post and seeing your face yesterday, I realized I really miss you. We need to have coffee soon before I implode. On the subject of implosion, what is the difference between imploding and exploding? "True implosion usually involves a difference between internal (lower) and external (higher) pressure, or inward and outward forces, that is so large that the structure collapses inward into itself." Thank you Wikipedia. There, now you've learned something new today, you don't have to go to class now.
Mercy: Your post was the best and most accurate description of you in the history of your last 15 years. I read it and I was like, "The next time I have to explain Curly-Q to anyone I will directly quote from this post." Also I'm so freaking obsessed with 5 Seconds of Summer it's not even funny. I've barely taken of earphones out for the last 15 hours. It's been magical.
Well gurls, it's that time of year again. The leaves are turning colors and falling to the ground. Sweaters are becoming regular church attire. This very Friday we are taking our yearly trip to Lyman Orchards to pick apples. It's fall. I've realized lately, probably due to the novels I've been reading, that fall is my favorite season. There is something about fall that makes me want to begin all over again. To quote yet another fantastic author, "Life starts all over again when things get crisp in the fall." Not to mention the amount of metaphorical gold that comes from fall. Everything that was born in spring and thrived in summer, meets its end. Yet we celebrate it. As humans, especially New Englanders, we marvel at the beauty of death. It's really rather morbid if you think about it. But most humans like to ignore the reality of a matter, and just look at the beauty of it. We do this with everything. We look at something like suffering and turn it to a thing of beauty. But suffering isn't beautiful. Suffering sucks. Yet we still look at something like Romeo and Juliet and think of it as this beautiful tragic romance, when it reality tragedy is awful. I just.
Anyway, I should step off of my metaphorical soap box and do something with my life.
Grace, I look forward to your post tomorrow, as I'm sure it will make me miss you like I miss that weird purple ketchup that mom fed to us when I was a small child.
I bid you merry ladies ado with a final gif.
Gurl please. -Rose
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