…Especially on tour. Hearing everyone call their dads and talk about how much they miss him makes me feel sick. I wish I had a father who cared about me. I wish I had a father who I could call and have a reciprocated “I love you” with.

I keep crying accidentally and I hate it. I hate holidays. They’re just an emphasis of another day that I don’t have a family to spend with.

I miss you terribly. Tonight is harder than most.

Sometimes I get really frustrated when people are selfish. I know I can be selfish too, but sometimes all you need is someone to ask how you truly are. More importantly though, to listen.

Ghetto Monday (just now posting because laundry block)

Home for a while.

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subtle-ish:

So, this is my roommate Jordan. 

He’s marching Vanguard this summer. 

Googly heart eyes x 4

<3 <3 <3 <3

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meladoodle:

*gives gf $1* go on babe, treat yourself

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But I finally had the courage to delete that thread.

onyeplaysdrums:

okay. this show was cooler than I remember :)

drill was hard as balls though

and the guard. Especially the sabres. And the quad-5-6 in the ballad that ALL of them nailed. Sick

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one day i’ll learn that.

earthnation:

people who have the same name as me are competition 

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only 3 days until I can hug her. We’ve gotten so close on this off season even though shes been in Japan. Thank you Apple for being awesome and allowing iMessage!