
this girl has some hella fine legs right?
right?
RIGHT?
R I G H T?
WRONG
it’s albert einstein

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this girl has some hella fine legs right?
right?
RIGHT?
R I G H T?
WRONG
it’s albert einstein

Describing people and resisting the urge to say “He was the hottest bamf around the fuckin town bro”
Now…what about all of you? Is the story you’re living right now your own story? Or is it a false story ruled by someone else? It’s very difficult to see when you’re being ruled. After all, it’s only when you’ve broken free of the shackles of a story that you can first begin to see that they were shackles.