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Ginny Grayson
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There comes a point where u just stop caring n decide to belt out a song at the top of ur lungs.

The mechanic working on my car has reached that point.


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freudian-slipped:

I found this picture on the beach over spring break this year. It was lying on a pile of rocks just a few yards away from the ocean. It was torn like this when I found it: edges fraying and paper weathered. I could not bring myself to let it sit there and  be further battered by the sun and the rain. 
This was a moment captured. A moment of happiness, belligerent drunkenness, absurdity, blurred vision…whatever it may have been, it was thought fit enough to take—and then, eventually, to discard. 
When I look at this picture I never find myself wondering what used to be on the other side of it. I never wish for it to be whole again because I think that would take away from the idea that this was meant to end up elsewhere; this was torn on purpose. 
All too many times we find ourselves trying to tear memories. Trying to forget things we know we’re only making more concrete by spending our time dwelling on them. 
This may just be me over-analyzing a ripped up piece of paper, but the moment I saw this photograph I was stricken by emotion that I know never belonged to me. And I wonder if it was ever meant to be found. I wonder if the person who left it on the beach ever came back to look for it. I wonder if they were glad that it was gone.
tittysandkittys:

I’m a college graduate baby :D
Ps look how derpy and cute my dog is!

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