Text 1 Jul 6 notes Final Post for the next 6 weeks

I believe very much that things happen how they are supposed to, and for a reason. 

Tomorrow I start a new chapter of my life, a chapter the rest has been preparing me for. I will be enduring 3 weeks at West Point being woken up at 5 each morning and allowed to sleep at 10:30 each night, after a day of sweating, running, yelling, and briefs. Then I will have 3 more weeks in the field, where I will learn how to throw and set off grenades, claymores, shoot guns, and more. Ultimately on August 16th I will march 12 miles with a 40lbs+ ruck on my back back to campus and begin school at West Point. This will not be easy, this will be hard, it will suck, I will ache constantly, always be sweating, and never be comfortable. I wouldnt have it any other way.

West Point has been a goal of mine for almost as long as I can remember, it has made me cry, punch things until my knuckles were raw, feel like a failure, test my limits, and not give up.

Two of the Army values are I will Never quit, and I will never accept defeat. I have always known that if you quit something once, it becomes easier to do it again, so I refuse to give up, ever.

Three years ago I was certain I would be accepted, everyone said it was a done deal.

I was denied admittance, and was devastated, I KNEW I was supposed to go there.

Two years ago I reapplied, everyone was even more sure this time they said, this time for sure.

I was denied admittance again, barely missed the mark, and decided once more.

This past year I applied again but I didn’t think it was a sure bet, in fact I didn’t think I would be accepted but my heart told me to try just one more time. So I tried, but I also make friends, made connections, put down roots at Tech because I figured I would be there for a while.

So of course, when it would be hardest for me to leave, saddest for me to say goodbye, and most difficult to decide, I was finally accepted.

It was not a decision, honestly it was never a choice. but it was still hard either way. I will miss tech, and these past two years I have learned so much about myself and what I can do I am so glad things happened how they did.

Never give up, never say die

take care

Wish me luck :)

Text 30 Jun

I want to hear from you, I want to hear about whats going on in your life, because whatever it is it will get my mind off of the drudgery I am about to be put through, and it would just be really, really, nice.

Send me stories, send me poems, send me pictures, send me photos of us or our friends, anything that will make me smile, you know what does. 

I will have no books, no internet, no phone, only pen and paper and believe me I will respond. 

so please, please write me :)

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Update: so I may not be graduating college with my sister now, my sister may not be going to college now.

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April 29 - Bicycles
I don’t really know where this idea came from.


April 29 - Bicycles

I don’t really know where this idea came from.

Video 30 Jun 23 notes

Some of my favorite signatures from Walt Disney World.

please excuse my thumb.

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the true american experience is wondering if you just heard firecrackers or gunshots


from about mid-june to late-july, chances are it’s both.

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LOTR 30 day challenge: day 1 favorite film → the return of the king.
For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end, the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

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Imagine if people’s hair color matched their eye color

/every person who has brown hair and brown eyes sighs deeply

red heads would in fact be satanic 

Why aren’t we thinking about this the other way round. If your hair looked like your eyes that’d be neato

*brown eyed people sighs deeply again*

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"And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.”

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so my brother is on a road trip and this is the single fucking picture he sends us

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