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(Reblogged from kitschmonster)
I keep thinking, “I don’t want to be alone.” Thing is, I already am.
(via kitschmonster)
The waves crash on this beach over and over without end… forever. And I will love you over and over without end. Is the scrawling on the beach gone? Yes. And no. It’s right up there - preserved - a constant reminder of love.
Sigh. This went over with all the best intentions. Make rapists less sex-crazed. Make rapists make fewer rape babies. But they completely and utterly (as the article alludes to) missed the boat. Rape is not a crime of passion or of sexual desire - it’s a crime of power.
This was my spring break - driving down Highway 1 in California. It was amazingly beautiful. Probably one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been.