#grad weekend

[gofishgobie]

[cerezitaaaa]

Today for breakfast I had shots 🥳🥃

[heyitsvictoriap]

Brett Young, Kelsea Ballerini and Lady Antebellum. 🍻💓

[therainbowtoque]

this weekend. 💕🎉🎓😍

[consultingreaders]

The Dean of Faculty talked about the whole changing-our-currency stuff during her Phi Beta Kappa speech, including how Hamilton was staying on the $10 (founding father without a father) after he became the focus of a hit Broadway musical. So of course I’m sitting there trying to maintain a neutral facial expression, while looking into the audience for my mom, who is looking back at me like I know you just became very excited, and all in all the reference was a good method to retain my attention but not a good method to enable me to retain the pretense of Serious Scholar. 

[kindly-folk]

Graduation weekend

My mind can't help but think back on this moment. This beautiful weekend. That perfect moment when my eyes were full of tears, tears of joy. I was screaming, everything was blurry but two figures that I haven't seen in so long. I swore at that moment I knew I my heart was going to burst with so much happiness. I forgot how truly happy it felt to be in the same room with two of my favorite people in this whole entire world. You see, it was all a surprise. One of my favorite human beings in the entire world flew countries to be there for our graduation. And before this moment I had no idea, okay maybe a little, that he would be here. It already made me so happy that one of my other favorite human beings was flying states away to be here for a day, but both of them in the same room? I was love struck from then on. It's funny. It's funny how you forget. You easily forget about the people that make our heart stop. You forget how they make you feel after awhile. You never forget the memories, but you forget the overwhelming feeling of happiness. And gosh. Gosh. How I've missed them. And I've missed you. Laughing, hugging, buying me roses. Stares and glances across the bar. Hand holding, small moments where I swear you would've kissed me. Small talks or deep talks beside the bar. Your face, your sarcasm, your humor. Your laugh, your smile, your glance. Honestly at this point I feel like I have no chance. None whatsoever. At getting over you.

[kindly-folk]

2:42 am

The gentle rain falls and the smell of spring is creeping in through the window in my room that’s cracked open. I lay in bed and try to process through the talk I had moments before this one. Coming back from the bars I had a talk with my very best friend. I always thought about how much I was hurt when they left, when they moved on. But I never thought about them. My two favorite people in the whole entire world. It was hard on them, and as he started to unfold i finally realized that we all were on the same page. We care so much for each other. As I lay here and listen to the rain fall, I am happy but sad. I am happy that I have friends that love me so much to surprise us from countries and states away for a small graduation, I’m lucky to have friends that love me so much that they still love us even though we are crazy and weird as hell. I’m so lucky to have met them and care so much about them for a whole year. But with all this happiness I am sad. Sad that these moments will be gone. Sad that we will have to go on with our lives and carry on until the next time we can meet up. Sad because this is life from now on. Never together in the same town. I am so full but so empty. I don’t want to say goodbye to them. I just honestly don’t think I can do it. It’s like having my heart break in a million pieces. God please help me, help me to be strong. Help me to be grateful for this time with them. Help me to keep it together. Because this is going to be the hardest goodbyes.