Miss you already Austin.
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Miss you already Austin.
Elizabeth St.
Pork Bún!
Art de Milo
Rob thought that "high pulp" orange juice was acceptable for mimosas. Asshole.
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BFFLZ @prlaaa
Drinks with friends!! @prlaaa
Places I want to go, things I want to do. All I want to do is escape, really.
If God had a scent, it would totally be sandalwood vanilla. I mean, my God.
(Brandon C. Long)
Truth bomb.
...and another. Just because whoever doesn't actually have an eff-bee account is really fucking classy.
Obvi, we're the ladies.
At the top of the Burj Khalifa, Dubai | UAE (by Billy Richards)
More gloom and doom. This is perfect sleeping weather, not final-taking weather. Lame.
anyone lived in a pretty how town
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers and slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
-E.E. Cummings