lol 8p 8C

this has both babies in this pic

this just has lily in it. if i try i could probly but this the best i can do

Left Pat, (a boy) Middle Lily, and Jessica

she is the one who is everyones fav

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how cute is she. in this photo she's with her father. And she almost barly gets to see him, 'cause he's in the navy

Lily looks likea little angel

she so cute i can't stand it

this was actuly taken by lily's mom my cusin

Just another random thing

it is sad

time is precious!!

This candles represent the past,present && future.

pic of mine

photography

I met her in 2008, right before seventh grade. She is the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and that’s not going to change. I can’t imagine life without her. Jessica lives roughly one hundred miles away at this point in time. Even though that’s not really far, you have to consider our circumstances. If I were to drive up there to see her, her grandmother would call the cops on me. But, if she lived around the corner from me, I wouldn’t be able to see her because of her crazy dad. We used to walk to and from school together, spend every day of the Summer together, and even ate together. She means the world to me, and has gotten me through the most. She understands everything I go through, and still accepts me. I love her. Throughout seventh grade, we were still striving to make ourselves into personalities. We tried to be ourselves, but there was someone always bringing us down. She was the smart kid, I was the timid kid. There was nothing to tell. The things I miss the most from this year were the nights she stayed over, just so we could talk more and surf the internet. Eighth grade was fun. She’d come over every morning to do my hair and help me develop who I am today. She showed me to open up more this year. On her birthday, her teacher was absent, so she got to spend the day in my computer class. We laughed, trolled the internet, and ate Skittles. That day was great. And then there’s the time in May she spent the night, and we called her mother. It was an emotional chat, and it started our revolution. We wrote more songs that night for our band, Everyday Scarlett. And then there’s ninth grade. Orientation made me cry because it was the first time I’d seen Jessica in three whole months. Her dad had kept her away from me, because I was the cause of her mother’s maliciousness. Well, I’d seen her a week before my birthday, but only for ten seconds to give me a note. Her hair surprised me, seeing as though it were cut fairly short at that time. The note was terribly sad, and I went into a major depression until school started and I saw her again. But, again, a orientation, I was very thrilled. We sat together through the whole speech, and met up after homeroom. After that, all was great for a month. Her dad was alright with us talking again, until he got some anonymous text messages cussing him out. They happened to be from Shannon, which brought out all hell. She wasn’t allowed to come to my bus stop, and wasn’t supposed to talk to me at all. Of course she did, though. We saw each other on the bus, but that was it until second semester. Then, we had lunch together and such. Everything had calmed down… until February 11th. Her younger brother, Sam, ran away to make a statement. Well, he did alright. It wasn’t what he intended at all—rather than his dad thinking about treating his children better, he thought that he’d been kid-napped by their mom. So, he sent Jessica to Columbia to live with their grandmother. A few hours after she’d been taken away, Samuel came home, and was sent away too. So, now that she’s gone, I’m back in that deep depression. I’m constantly reminded of the hurt, and I’m all alone at school. I cry at the word, and die a little every time I hear her name. My mother has been working to adopt her for two years, and now that all of this drama has occurred, she’s really gotten into doing the paperwork. I’m pretty sure that all we’re waiting on at this point is for the approval and the inspection, then I’ll never leave her side again. As far as loving her goes, it’s true. She’s the only person I love more than my dad. I’ve gone to the end of the earth to fight for her, and I still am. So, when it boils down to it, if you’re going to tell someone you love them, mean it you guys. This is real love, not some “Oh my god, I love you, let’s go to the mall together” love. Stop kidding yourselves everyone, you can truly only love a select few.

Jess's jacket,

Converse shirt ;D