It was late august

Never be afraid to catch her to show her you care

certain summer evenings, i would spend hours biking through old neighborhoods and secret back routes listening to type o negative and alice in chains until it got dark. these seemed like my secret...

The last time I looked it was Memorial Day, but now the calendar is telling me it’s August. The whiplash is real. It’s late summer because the freckles are in full force, I can’t remember the last time I wore socks and ice cream suddenly seems an acceptable supper. But aside from that: I watched

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