the motorcycle isn't mine. my quarter-life crisis is more likely to manifest itself in the form of body piercings or a shaved head. but i've made it past 26 without the desire for either. what am i even talking about?
this is a picture of what my sundays look like. it's where i go to church. i blacked out part of the name of school. for all my legions of stalkers. if i had let paranoia run its full course, i would have blacked the whole name out. but part of the charm of this picture, and building, is the cool lettering. so, you can track me down because you know it's a school. it's just going to take a bit longer, because you don't know what school.
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