Grace. 21. Cleveland. Catholic. pastry chef. friends. family. music. art. baking. reading. coffee. tea. running. fashion. writing. Harry Potter. fireworks. strawberries. texting. Owl City. chapstick. laughing. England. The Hunger Games. perfume. flats. kisses. lights. chocolate. rings. candles. skinny jeans. August Burns Red. flowers. Scorpio. the claddagh. ice cream. cuddling. sewing. quotes. Cape May. The Civil Wars. tattoos. hot showers. floral prints. rainy days. hiking. glasses. Mumford and Sons. spicy chai. shopping. the change of the seasons. baking bread. John Green. holidays. love.
Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry; sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know why. Keep making me laugh, let’s go get high. The road is long, we carry on, try to have fun in the meantime.
Come and take a walk on the wild side. Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain. You like your girls insane. Choose your last words, this the last time, cause you and I, we were born to die.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
to the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death. out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more. It is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,