Less than two months until I hope out of this country with my closest friends.
"If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?"
"Keep your word."
"What’s a time that you didn’t keep your word, that you now regret?"
"When I was younger, I told a friend that I’d go with her to get an abortion. And I never showed up."
This is fake. They haven’t been sat on that rock for 50 years. If you look closely you can clearly see her swimsuit is different in the second photo, it has stripes on it. And the guy’s shorts seem to have a more floral pattern in the latter photo.Also, if someone sat on a rock for 50 years, it would have made the news. My theory is, they simply returned to the same location 50 years later, and recreated the original photo.
A bunch of kids and I were hanging out in Washington Square Park the other night. There were two groups of us, we met up, and accidentally ended up being split into the denims, and the joggers, with Alex our hot babe leather jacket wearing mom at the lead. We sat on the concrete in a circle, with a hefty supply of water bottles filled with both red, and white wine in the middle of us. An older man with a DSLR was taking pictures galore of us trendy youth out on a Saturday night. It was only when I brought it up half an hour later that anyone, and everyone, realized in an uproar that we were ever being photographed. They must have been some beautiful candids.
Death is both unreal and far too real for me. So happy to have Kyle by my side yesterday, I can’t handle how hard I take on other peoples pain. for no reason. I just feel people so hard.