one of my favorite things is going outside with no real plan and somehow turning da most random 30 minutes of my day into a whole memory. why was i standing in front of a random building pretending i was shooting an album cover? who knows. why did i take way too many pictures?
me and my other half don’t even be doing anything fr. we just stand there, laugh at something nobody else understands and somehow become da main topic of discussion for da rest of da night. anyway if being iconic together was a crime we’d both be doing life without parole.