I find the fragility of relationship incredibly terrifying. I don’t think it’s fair or right for them to fall apart as easily as they do, and yet they have to.
Before Skylar left for college last year, I lived in constant fear of what the next year would bring. We spent two years in high school following each other like lost puppies, and I guess somewhere in there we fell in love, but I knew eventually he’d have to go. I remember three years ago in those sleepy evenings he’d mutter, “three more years and we can be together forever,” and I took that so seriously. I don’t think if you told me three years ago that we’d still be happily in love today…well I know I wouldn’t have believed you, because I lived in fear, and that’s no way to live.
Last year was the most pivotal year of my life. I had to be on my own, and I had to make my own friends, and I may not be terribly religious, but I think God every day for putting The Pitches in my life because the seven of you shaped me in ways I’ll never be able to verbalize. When I close my eyes, I’m still in the ensemble room listening to Marit singing the instrumental monkey intro from Wicked or frantically trying to make Wagon Wheel sound right acapella or arguing over dress colors or waiting for just the right timing to make an unbelievably dirty joke and then glancing over at Kambrie and Dillon to make sure they caught it. I remember the late night rehearsals for ICHSA and the Muskathirsties/Three Fruits in a Bowl get togethers with macaroni and Never Have I Ever and Taco Bell runs and contests to see who’s made out in weirder spots. I remember late night HEB runs for expired food and 11pm Whataburger trips for hubchubs.
I don’t think I could have made it without them.
Last year had to be both the best and worst year of my life. I was broken up with (for five days, yes, but still) and I was incredibly lonely and I craved attention when Skylar was away, but I also made some of the most magical memories last year.
I guess after all of it…after The Pitches disbanded and graduation was over and Dillon left for the air force and Kelsey, Marit, Kambrie, Bryan, and Steven started college and Randy his senior year…I’m still here, and I’m happy, and if you asked me last year where I thought I’d be now…I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Of all the shitty things that have happened over the past year, I’m here, and I’m so incredibly in love, and I’m in the city I always dreamed about, and I’m majoring in commercial voice at my dream school.
So yeah, that was a bit more rambly than I intended. I’m in a weird mood.
- it’s okay for you to like skinny girls
- it’s okay for you to like skinny girls with big boobs and a butt
- it’s okay for you to like curvy girls
- it’s okay for you to like heavier girls
- it’s totally okay to like thighs or thigh gaps and big boobs or small boobs and big butts or little butts
- what’s not okay is telling a woman that she isn’t beautiful or sexy because she doesn’t meet your personal body type preferences
Everyone needs to reblog this.
MY LITTLE SISTER JUST RAN INTO MY ROOM AND OPENED THE FUCKING WINDOW AND TRIED TO GET OUT BECAUSE MY OTEHR SISTER WAS PLAYING TAG WITH HER AND SHE DIDN’T WANT TO BE IT.
SHE ALMOST JUMPED OUT OF THE SECOND FLOOR SO SHE WOULDNT GET TAGGED
Now that’s what I call determination
the area of exposed skin between a crop top and a pair of high waisted shorts is sacred and magical
Went by Pizza Perfect with @rahlyx today. It was fantastic! #100happydays #day17