Natural History
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What is the purpose of this endeavor?
To love...
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I am grateful beyond words that these are my problems and that there is nothing seriously bad to complain about. I should be weeping with gratitude.
And I often do.
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This picture is how I see me and Yolie. Riding off into the sunset on the back of a dinosaur skeleton. My arm around her, our faces close together as the light dims and something sweeps in to claims us...
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Peace.
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 6:51 PM
3 Comments:
i don't know why, but this image doesn't seem sentimental to me at all. you two just make me want to bust out crying.
Shit. We make me bust out in tears all the time.
That 1943, Jim. That's a fucking wonder. I swear to God.
I am so telling everyone you're my close, personal friend, and that I frequently was standing there beside you when you created these things, pointing out yr spelling errors and even one time lending you my very own pen, which I happen to have right here and I might even be willing to part with it if the price was right.
hahaha. i been telling people the same thing about you, only when i lent you something it was a number 2 eagle with a good eraser that hadn't been chewed on. and i tell em the word you have the worst luck with is rickyshet.
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