*follows ppl who are in mutuals w all my friends* *they dont follow me back* OK….fuck ya
a peaceful walk in the woods really relaxes me. the fact that I’m dragging a body should be irrelevant.
That was the summer of 1963 - when everybody called me Baby, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman’s.
to my followers not from america:
please dont hate or unfollow me because of impending 4th of july celebration posts but i will not apologize bc i dealt with your fuckin eurovision shit and i still dont even know what that shit is like what the fuck