Parte the first - English dark rides are a bit quaint…
were, anyway. these are from the late 70s - late 80s
one more month!! ONE MORE MONTH!!!
surfing and diving and sun and beach.. for TWO weeks. one more month.. <3 ugh ughughhghhghghg heart pounding.
you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
oh my fucking god stop it. ugh.. this is so true.. whats even worse is when you’ve told yourself “they’re poison for you stop thinking about them” and figure out that yes, I’ve moved on.. but when shit like this happens your heart aches for them. Despite knowing THEY fucked up can’t help but think “what have i done..”
i have never seen a post with a plot twist like this before
i spit out my water that was brilliant