spazzingforperfection:

mariagorawr:

spazzingforperfection:

mariagorawr:

Lol!
Seriously?

Yup. First a bike cop came over to us and then like a minute later there were two cars up the hill. They were asking us for our info and stuff and we were freaking. One of the guys even started writing us up! I have never been so scared in my life. Also I was 14 at the time so that would have been worse than if I was grown.

Lmao! That’s so fucking stupid.

But it’s a pretty funny story to tell.

How’d you get out of it?

Or did the copper realize it was a waste of a ticket?

We were just like but we didn’t know! And just acting all innocent and stuff. I told her not to do it because we were seriously right across the street from a fire fighter place thingy. I didn’t notice they were looking at us til we were leaving. :(  He was like well I’ll let you off with a warning this time but not next time. I just remembered that we weren’t supposed to be walking around anyways we were supposed to be at her middle school graduation but we skipped it. It was like 10. My parents would’ve been pissed. I can’t wait to tell my children and grandchildren about my escapades. I’m not sure if I’ll ever tell my parents.

 Haha, you should.

Tell your parents when you’re on your death bed or something.

Iuno.
I’d laugh if I were them.

They have to have a sence of humor.

Right?

spazzingforperfection:

mariagorawr:

Lol!
Seriously?

Yup. First a bike cop came over to us and then like a minute later there were two cars up the hill. They were asking us for our info and stuff and we were freaking. One of the guys even started writing us up! I have never been so scared in my life. Also I was 14 at the time so that would have been worse than if I was grown.

 Lmao! That’s so fucking stupid.

But it’s a pretty funny story to tell.

How’d you get out of it?

Or did the copper realize it was a waste of a ticket?

andreaaaaaa:

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.