
p33p:
im going to fucking cry
please no
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Young voices resound in the night at a bonfire lit songfest on the sands of the Hotel Del Coronado in San Diego, California
National Geographic | July 1969
That really fucking fantastic feeling of having someone who was one of your best friends in high school start to sound just like all of the people she defended you against.
“You graduated?”
“Yeah.”
“So you’re back here.”
“For now.”
“Are you going somewhere?”
Yeah, bitch, as far the fuck away from here as possible.
is there a word for fear of opening email
Brutally judging my peers’ engagements and weddings for tastefulness of ring, tastefulness of colors, tastefulness of flowers and ratio of number of guests to feet on the train of the dress.
No but really if you only have like 8 guests why do you have an 8 foot train?
If you don’t want a 420lb. male African lion playing with a soccer ball and getting submerged in water on your blog, then you are running the wrong type of blog.