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My dad gave our 2 month old English bulldog puppy a taste of strawberry Popsicle today. This is true happiness.
full tank of gas, an entire day to myself. The wind blowing through my hair, ultraviolence on repeat. Driving alone on the open road, taking some well needed time for myself. Leaving everything I know behind me for just a few hours. Alone with my camera, a book and a pen. Let my mind explode on the pages, release thoughts I haven’t told anyone, and set them free. And for a moment, I felt free. (dont delete the caption)
wouldnt it be fucking scary if you had a clock that counted down until the moment you die. like what if it could be altered too like one day it says 70 years left but then you do something and it says 10 minutes left and youre like what the fuck i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up
what if you got on a plane and then as soon as it took off everybodys clock changed to 20 minutes
I can’t hear you
Over the sound
Of how wrong you are