October 3: Mi Corazón

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To a new kind of special someone…

With knowing my past time spent in fiction, you took my hand and lead us to the other side of the life library. You guided me through a variety of new novels as we explored in the stacks of love and history. Your words never drifted and the chapters only got better with time. In A silent & spark filled room, You made sense of topics I never thought to understand. I finally realized the effortless truth of real nonfiction.

October 2: The old rich

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To the reality of human nature…

People won’t change, but they can grow up.

October 1: Silent discos blare the music

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To learning to really listen…

Our minds tend to respond before our ears ever have the chance to hear anything.

September 30: Mountains embrace their avalanches

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To pulling up your boot straps…

When life hands you acne, put on a face-mask and take some time to revive your pores. you still have to go outside but not everyone needs to know you have bad skin.

September 29: Love don’t cost a thing

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To remembering the strength in a smile…

No hidden messages here.

September 28: Travel the World by Streetcar

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To the strongest of personal connections…

In the pockets of this big bag lies a bunch of smaller bags for sharing. For only the boldest adventures does one travel with the whole thing on his back. It’s hard and it’s risky, but it’s these times that you really change your life. Each suitcase holds a different amount of baggage as we search for connections strong enough to help us unpack.

September 27: Rummaged through the produce and found the perfect peach

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To your highschool best friend…

Turns out, our basements were better than the clubs. Driving around our city, we saw the glory and felt the glamor when we had no reason to. As we spent our days laughing at detentions and making avoidable mistakes, our ever-changing prom dates weren’t going to stop this dance. yeah, sometimes we still needed to ride in the back of your mom’s van, but for the most part, These four years of illusioned adulthood gave us complete freedom.