I loved and hated summers. Summers had a logic all their own and they always brought something out in me. Summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. Summer was a book of hope. That’s why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.

daily reminder that the boy you’re in love with at 16 probably won’t matter when you’re 25.

daily reminder that the math test you failed your freshman year of high school probably won’t matter when you’re graduating college.

daily reminder that the problems you’re facing today may seem like the worlds end, but they will not matter in a year.

daily reminder that you’re going to be okay.

everything is going to be okay.

I want to be the one you think about. You know, the one that pops into your head when you lie down for bed. The one that you’re constantly checking up on, the one you get butterflies in your stomach for, the one you always want to talk to. I want you to wonder what I’m doing or thinking about or eating or seeing. Because honestly? You’re it. You’re it for me. And I hope that goes both ways.
—  every hour, every day, like clockwork you’re on my mind
(Excerpts From The Book I’ll Never Write)

For this Spooniestrong Selfie Saturday, I present to you a candid. I’m glad that a photographer at ‪#‎vu2015‬ graduation caught this moment of me looking into the present with awe and my future with hope.

I can’t believe that was almost 4 months ago, and I can’t believe that I start social work grad school on Tuesday. Feeling a lot of things, but hope overpowers them all. Thank you all for your encouragement over the 20 months I’ve run this blog so far!