the days are all a blur of sunshine, classes, nights, days, papers, books, news articles on pirates, eyeshadow, old acquaintances, subway sandwiches, walks home, calendars, medicine, cuddles, snkist, sunglasses, whatnot. its been nice, for sure, but im going to get resettled into life now. sometime. soon, im hoping.
alabama boys.
do i always wear that shirt back there? i think i might always wear that shirt.
...im wearing it now.
horrifying. happy easter.
gnar pow...bro
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