I Guess It Must Be Up To Me

A slow bottle of champagne makes multiple hours of studying significantly more enjoyable.


This one is for all the pretty boys on campus that smile at me, and a laugh at the thought that you were threatened I'd care to be with any one of them over you.

Ridiculous, my love. Astonishingly ridiculous.


I wish nineteen year old you and nineteen year old me could hang out for one night, and listen to Bob Dylan, and read poems, and watch Star Trek, and go for a walk.  Maybe get some 40oz, and smoke some pot. And smile. You're so damn beautiful when you smile.





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