During the summers of 1965–1967, Disneyland employed women dressed as mermaids to inhabit the lagoon for the Submarine Voyage ride. If you were lucky, you could glimpse them swimming through the portholes of the submarine as you were submerged underwater. They could be seen sun-bathing themselves and performing synchronized swimming and underwater stunts for four hours each day.
mom calling u and u know ur in trouble
sexual orientation: boys who will never like me back
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augustus waters 24/7 pretends to smoke unlit cigarettes as a metaphor if i knew someone like that not smacking him would take literally all of my self control
"Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film."
- Letters From Nowhere (via excrutiate)
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