Today was fabulous:
Morgan cannot drink water.
“It’s okay, he wants to spoon you.”
Tide overwhelms us.
Luke builds really big sandcastle walls.
“Marina, look a tree! Take a picture!”
Arms hanging out of cars.
Morgan locks the windows.
Blasting backstreet boys!
“What a cute baby!” // “Pedo… pedo… pedo…”
Awkward faces.
I love being a second semester senior :]
a ibán ramón (via giancarlo rado)
nineteen sixty-six II (via fadedfilmstrips)
morning’s gift (via slight clutter)
Boa Constrictor by Shel Silverstein
Oh, I’m being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I’m being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don’t like it—one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It’s nibblin’ my toe.
Oh, gee,
It’s up to my knee.
Oh my,
It’s up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It’s up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It’s up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It’s upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff …
svolazzo a testa in giù (via AiralilariA)
I wish emotions were a little bit less irrational.
via www.limpfish.com
via greatclubs.com
HAHA.
