Two women gaze at heavy surf while lying on boulders on the coast of Nova Scotia, December 1961.Photograph by Volkmar Wentzel, National Geographic
You know, one of the tragedies of real is that there is no background music.
Old friends, margaritas, dancing to Motown. Weekend success.
Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.
Best Fourth of July buds a girl could ask for.
Coo Coo Ca-Cha!
Arrested Development is back!