you were pretty great. Mostly, you were full of firsts. My first real piercing, my first time smoking weed, my first party, my first drink, my first shroom trip… I’ll never forget summer 2011. You made me realize that all I want to do with my life is art and that anything else will make me miserable. You made me face my insomnia and depression, and now it’s getting better. I have eight hours of you left and I’m going to spend them with a great friend that I wouldn’t have even imagined being close with last December. Thanks for everything.

(Source: cantgetkilled, via fuckdolliepeysh)