a funny post secret from today
i made one of these for krystles bachelorette party :)

a funny post secret from today

i made one of these for krystles bachelorette party :)

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le tour

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when the surf is big I can hear it when im falling asleep, i like that alot. it happened last night, and I hadn’t heard it in a while.

"The secrets our parents kept, though unknown to Chris and I, led to bouts of rage and even violence between them that we had been forced to witness since we were very young. It seemed like they never fought without us. I remember the first family meeting to let Chris and me in on their plans for getting a divorce. They wanted us to choose which of them we’d live with. I cried my eyes out. But the divorce never happened, though the threats and meetings never stopped. It wasn’t long before Chris and I shut off — we would tell mom and dad to go ahead and get the divorce. Chris and I just wanted to get away from their fights and mom kept promising to get out and take us with her as soon as their company made enough money."
— Into the wild

I went on a job interview today and it went well. Now im nervous.

"It is as difficult to imagine Alexander at the Rubicon, and Eisenhower at Waterloo, as it is difficult to imagine Darwin writing to Roosevelt about the potential for an atomic bomb. A crisis is made by men, who enter into the crisis with their own prejudices, propensities, and predispositions. A crisis is the sum of intuition and blind spots, a blend of facts noted and facts ignored.
Yet underlying the uniqueness of each crisis is a disturbing sameness. A characteristic of all crises is their predictability, in retrospect. They seem to have a certain inevitability, they seem predestined. This is not true of all crises, but it is true of sufficiently many to make the most hardened historian cynical and misanthropic."
i like the granny with the budweiser bathing suit.
happy 4th!

i like the granny with the budweiser bathing suit.

happy 4th!

addicted

addicted

amnesiac

And when I opened the curtains they were taking the set away and packing for the day, the cameras and lights turned off. The darkness replaced with striplights and the grey skies the blind whirring of machinery. Id like to write a beautiful story about love.

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