I am from Spazzing Friends, Sleeping In, and Stalking Bands
I am from running to the playground to get a spot on the monkey bars, rejoicing when the alarm goes off, and throwing bubbles out the window and watch them float to the ground
I am from the inside Kate and I share from our roots to Midvale Elementary School and St. Andrews aftercare.
I am from “Honey suckles carries diseases!” and eating them anyway because we were punk rock first graders who didn’t care.

I am from scaring strangers with Hannah, rejoicing over significant band news with Brittany, and laughing at myself with James.
I am from “One cotton candy frappuccino with four pumps of raspberry syrup, light milk, and yes I still want whipped cream.”
I am from eating a whole bag out hot Cheetos in one sit down, while hearing their spicy crunch, and watching their red dust fall to my lap.

I am from being teased by Usman, hanging out with Ava, and being brought to snort attacks by Andrew.
I am from a pair of scuffed silver F50 cleats that went on an adventure with me into my first years of Academy Soccer.
I am from a black, petite, longhaired cat named Smokey who used to chase me around the living room as I trailed a pretty hair ribbon behind me.

I am from dancing spastically past employees
From pretending to be mannequins
North Point Mall erupts when our fabulous presence enters the building

I am from loving my time with my friends, appreciating the support of my family, and trying to be make them see that I’m worthy of them.
I am from Hannah and I singing, “Tell me where you’re hiding your voodoo doll ‘cause I can’t control myself” loudly while strutting down the sides of the pool.
I am from Dad and me going out to get a pizza and a rated R movie on a dreary Saturday night, him in a Timberland beany and I with my brunette locks in a sock bun.

I am from conversations consisting of only emojis, FaceTimes that take up my whole day, and panics when I reach less than twenty percent of my battery
I am from Neriah forcefully dragging me into Claire’s and then her laughing at all the One Direction merchandise I won’t let her buy me
I am from cracking up over snapchats taken from the most unfaltering angles imaginable wrapped in hilarious captions

I am from reblogs of the most adorable gifs, notes of cutest photo-shoots, and refreshes of my overflowing dashboard
I am from being able to make fantastic posts by digging material out of sense of humor and relating to the rest of the 5sos family
I am from finally slamming my laptop shut at three in the morning every weekend because of my strict tumblr fangirl duties

I am from pinning up posters of my boys, tying up my authentic Vans, and procrastinating away my school work with Youtube, tumblr, and twitter
I am from trying to prank call restaurants but instead hysterically laughing, getting hung up on, and laughing even harder once you get hung up on
I am from flipping out over Urban Outfitter prices and happily settling for Forever 21

My life is like our Milky Way galaxy, it’s minor and insignificant compared to all the other galaxies inside of the forever expanding universe but is important to those who know and care for it.