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HANNAH BUCKLEY IS A LIVING, BREATHING LOVER OF LOVE, AND PROUD OF IT
Tick, tock, my teenage brain counts down, Jeff will turn the corner in exactly 2.45 seconds. He’ll be wearing his red soccer jersey and looking to die for. There he was as beautiful as ever—wait who’s his friend?
Teenagers, we’ve all been one and yet it seems that once we reach the ripe old age of twenty we forget what's it like to be caught up in the middle of adolescence. The drama of who loves who and the long nights staying up dreaming about what you would say to your crush if you ever had the opportunity.
Love means something different to everyone, and somehow it seems that everybody has a preconceived notion that teenagers cannot and do not want to
HANNAH BUCKLEY IS A LIVING, BREATHING LOVER OF LOVE, AND PROUD OF IT
Tick, tock, my teenage brain counts down, Jeff will turn the corner in exactly 2.45 seconds. He’ll be wearing his red soccer jersey and looking to die for. There he was as beautiful as ever—wait who’s his friend?
Teenagers, we’ve all been one and yet it seems that once we reach the ripe old age of twenty we forget what's it like to be caught up in the middle of adolescence. The drama of who loves who and the long nights staying up dreaming about what you would say to your crush if you ever had the opportunity.
Love means something different to everyone, and somehow it seems that everybody has a preconceived notion that teenagers cannot and do not want to