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dear best friend

i’m so glad that you came into my life. you are my other half, my peanut butter to my jelly. who would of thought that our friendship would have gone to where we were now. i remember meeting you like your first week at st joes, and then seeing you at the chiarellis party just started our whole friendship. seriously, once we started talking at school, i don’t think we’ve went a day without talking to each other. even while i went to italy, i talked to you everyday. god do i wish you came to italy with me, things would have been so much better with you there! our crazy nights at tiki, maddens, halo and all the parties we’ve gone together too have been some of the funniest nights ever. even us just hanging out watching movies and doing nothing is fun. i can talk to you about anything and our friendship means the world to me. you probably know me better than i know myself. you at least keep better track of my schedule than i do. remember us pregaming with dixie cups in my room with pinnacle cake? we still pretty much pregame wherever we go. even though we’ve only been best friends for about a year, i feel like we’ve went through everything together: boys, partys, laughing, crying, school, friendships, shopping, and more. all the people we’ve met together, all the mutual friends we have, all the fun we’ve shared. i’ll never forget it. all the memories we have and theres gonna be more to come over the years <33 i love you!

(technically, i have three best friends that i would write this too. but since two are sisters, i’ll write this to lauren)

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lets be real

I’ve never been so happy to be home where i belong. i’ve never cried so much in my life with being away from everything i knew. don’t get me wrong, Italy was beautiful and i loved the scenery and the things i did, but i just wish things were different with my self-esteem and how i felt while i was there. i barely took pictures of myself and the people there with me because i just couldn’t shake how i felt and i was just never 100% comfortable. i cried for two days once i got home just because i never wanna be away from my loved ones again and what i know and love. there’s so much more i would write on here but since its a public blog i’m not going to go into detail with everything i felt but just to end this, its so nice being back with my best friends and my mom. seriously. i was even thrilled to go back to work and get back to normalcy. I’ve always loved my life, but now i appreciate it so much more being away from it for so long. i never want to leave my loved ones again. ever.

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don’t understand how anyone can be so fit 
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did you know that everytime i drive on this road i think of you? as many status&#8217; as i see uploaded a day on facebook, when you put up one, my eyes go right to it. i&#8217;m always wishing in the back of my head that you will text me like you used to everyday and make me weak at the knees all over again. the way you held me like you would never let me go made me feel safer than i&#8217;ve ever felt and your life style influenced me into who i am today. you didn&#8217;t know it at the time and you definitely don&#8217;t know it now, but you made that difference in my life. since that day i met you, there hasn&#8217;t been a day that i haven&#8217;t thought about you. and no its not because i thought i fell in love, but its because you made me feel different about my life and myself by really not doing much. its weird how people can sometimes do the littlest things and it affects you in the biggest ways. 
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humansofnewyork:

I found this man on 7th Avenue in Park Slope. He was leaning heavily on his cane, looking down, wearing a grimaced face. I felt bad for him, so I smiled and waved when I walked past. His face changed completely. He lit up, smiled wide, and gave me a cheery greeting. There was nothing forced about it. He seemed like a man who went through life looking for the smallest excuses to be happy.I walked 50 feet down the sidewalk, turned around, and walked back to him. “I want to take your photo,” I told him, “because of how big you smiled when I walked by.”He said: “Well I saw someone smiling at me who I didn’t even know. So I thought: ‘By God! I Better do something!’”

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