Popsicles & Shooting Stars

I'm sitting here, waiting to take my last final for my first semester here at USU. I'm pounding the definition of sarcopenia, Episodic and Sematic memory into my brain while it's churning with thoughts of summer time.

 Remember????


 Do you remember how hot the sun felt on your face while you
 stayed cool eating your 14th popsicle for that day?
Was that just me? Eating 14 popsicles???

 Do you remember the night that was filled with
 cliche boy talk while patiently wishing for a
 shooting star just so you could wish for him?

 Do you remember the days you didn't have
 ONE CARE IN THE WORLD CUZ
YOU DIDN'T HAVE FINALS?????

 Do you remember the smiles that never left until he did?


 Do you remember??


 Please say you remember.


 Popsicles and shootings stars.

Here, There.

I know this boy whose heart is bigger then my whole world. It never stops beating. And yet that same boy ripped my heart out of my chest just to see how long I could live without it. I'm here, living, heartless. He's there, with my heart in his hand and a smile on his face, doing what he does best. While i'm here living but not really living just doing.

Bruised Elbows & Broken Hearts

When you fall, maybe you scratch your knee, or bruise an elbow. Maybe you crack your skull, or twist your ankle. But Mom & Dad always come rushing with a bandaid and car keys ready to head to the ER. And eventually everything heals.


Ha, when I fall my heart shatters. In one million and TWO pieces.


My chest is empty, longing for someone to patch the broken pieces with a bandaid. But when the sun goes down, I have no other choice than to pick them up and aid myself. Because it's dark, and nobody owns a flashlight.

YO

I don't even know how to do this whole blog thing. But yo if you're reading this (aka Hayles) come and enjoy the ride because I have no idea what i'm doing..

But i'm BrePack if you didn't know and I like it when people call me that. I'll answer to anything like BREANNE NICOLE PACKER (my mom likes to use my full name when I crash her car.) Bre works.

I eat a lot of Chick-fil-BAE. My dad doesn't know how i'm going to make it through college because my bank account is getting low and I don't exercise. I tell him it makes me happy and that's all that matters.

Harry Styles is my spirit animal and I have a whole secret Pinterest board of cute babies. It's really not that weird if I point and stare when a baby is in sight because they are literally the best things God has given us.

I don't really know what i'm doing with this or my life actually…. SO HOLD ON TIGHT AND LETS DO THIS THING!!

To my bae

Hayley is the worlds greatest human ever created.



(Written by Hayley) :)