The paths in Central Park are weird. (original image via laughingsquid)
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The paths in Central Park are weird.

(original image via laughingsquid)

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readingbythepool:

This is a mix I made. It’s all songs about butts.

I’m so glad Kady finally started using tumblr.

I was looking through my notebook and found about 10 pages of hangman games I played with Christine on the train a few months ago after Steven’s birthday celebration. I don’t remember what “it was not our butts” meant (and I don’t know why Christine never quite figured out how to draw a gallows), but I remember sitting together on those horrible, knee-destroying two-seaters that jut out into the aisle of the older trains and giggling like a maniac for however many stops it took us to get to where we were going.
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I was looking through my notebook and found about 10 pages of hangman games I played with Christine on the train a few months ago after Steven’s birthday celebration. I don’t remember what “it was not our butts” meant (and I don’t know why Christine never quite figured out how to draw a gallows), but I remember sitting together on those horrible, knee-destroying two-seaters that jut out into the aisle of the older trains and giggling like a maniac for however many stops it took us to get to where we were going.

Lindsey said, “MAKE ONE WITH A CLAM OPENING.” So I found a video on YouTube of someone’s gammy opening clams.
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Lindsey said, “MAKE ONE WITH A CLAM OPENING.” So I found a video on YouTube of someone’s gammy opening clams.

I HAD to make my own. (Previously.)
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I HAD to make my own.

(Previously.)