i just want to be at the cottage for the rest of the year, go on runs, kayak the entire lake, sit by the fire with richie, jack, ben, freddy, mikey, becca, and temmy. wake up in the morning and sit on the porch and watch the sun come up from the other side of the lake. go out to the island and just rage. i want to sit on the beach, and draw henna tattoos all over myself, i want to do my chem homework on the porch and talk about college majors with all the graduates. growing up can be so crazy, but sitting on the porch with some people that i adore is just making it all go away for a little while.
do you ever get that feeling when you’re laying in bed and listening to music and then all of a sudden you just want to get up and do something you just want to jump out your window and run and keep running until you find what you’re searching for
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