Here’s mine and boyfriend’s trip to Europe in a video. It was amazing, to say the least.
why aren’t these my legs
27 year old alex turner wrote an entire song about his piss-ass drunk self asking for consent at 3 in the morning and eventually getting denied and moving on and the best thing a 36 year old married man with a kid could come up with is a song that tells girls that the lines of consent are blurred and it doesn’t matter what you say or do, “i know you want it” and there’s nothing you can do to convince me otherwise now ain’t that some shit
I’m home from Europe and I cannot express how amazing the experience was….. but I will later
The Birds (1963)
And here’s my new avatar
Sorry I’ve been absent, but I’ve been in Europe
Our memories are like a city: we tear some structures down, and we use rubble of the old to raise up new ones. Some memories are bright glass, blindingly beautiful when they catch the sun, but then there are the darker days, when they reflect only the crumbling walls of their derelict neighbours. Some memories are buried under years of patient construction; their echoing halls may never again be seen or walked down, but still they are the foundations for everything that stands above them.
"Glas told me once that that’s what people are, mostly: memories, the memories in their own heads, and the memories of them in other people’s. And if memories are like a city, and we are our memories, then we are like cities too. I’ve always taken comfort in that.”
California’s drought, in focus
I’m very familiar with the last photo
Well, shit, I leave to Europe in 3 hours…..