So I’m sitting at this little corner picnic area on 56th and 9th waiting for my one hour photo from LA drunk adventure to develop and there is a circle of elderly sitting there, reading the paper and conversing back and forth to each other and it’s making my heart swell. They all have thick New York accents and love to use the word “shit” and phrases like “waddathink?!” My heart is swelling and laughing and it makes really want to live my best life always and maybe it will be a good thing not learning how not to swear all the fucking time. I don’t even care that that sentence made no sense. It’s the feeling not the words. Blah blah blah these dudes rule.

So I’m sitting at this little corner picnic area on 56th and 9th waiting for my one hour photo from LA drunk adventure to develop and there is a circle of elderly sitting there, reading the paper and conversing back and forth to each other and it’s making my heart swell. They all have thick New York accents and love to use the word “shit” and phrases like “waddathink?!” My heart is swelling and laughing and it makes really want to live my best life always and maybe it will be a good thing not learning how not to swear all the fucking time. I don’t even care that that sentence made no sense. It’s the feeling not the words. Blah blah blah these dudes rule.

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  1. bhbanks said: AWESOME
  2. anaesthesia4aesthetes said: YOU’VE STOLEN THEIR SOULS!
  3. christinefriar said: GOOD TUDE MARI
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