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The Rhythm of Two Eras Born when the summers held different songs, yet bound to the day where the date belongs. One in the warmth of a seventy-seven sky, one as the nineties were rolling by. 1977 > 1993 Exactly sixteen summers apart in line, stepping together in a rare design. Two different journeys, two eras known, now sharing a cake and a milestone grown.

You'll keep forgiving the person you love Until you fucking hate them.

A Shared July 6th Milestone The calendar circles a single day, where two distinct paths gently meet, two lives on a parallel highway, making the journey incredibly sweet. With candles ready to catch the flame, and a quiet grace in the afternoon light, a day to honor each separate name, and toast to a future serene and bright. Wishing both of them a wonderful and beautiful birthday tomorrow!

I miss her. I hate to admit it but I really do miss hanging out and talking with her. Even with how she treated me, I still miss her. I know it’s not her fault. She’s still a child. But that still doesn’t excuse what she did… I wish I had someone to talk to about this. Someone who is emotionally mature enough to understand. She has everyone. Our mutual friends, her bf, our teacher, her mom, her sister, her brother I have no one. Damn. I rlly am alone.

Why does my ❤ Only desire You....

I need to stop being a bitch and lock in.