Friendship ❤️ I can’t wait for September, @weejulietots !! Shot by @itsanxiety
You guys told me to grow my hair out, so I took the first of the necessary steps to get it there and healthy. Bye bye brassy bleached ends and bangs!
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“The boy spoke less and less; but at their stopping place one sleep-period before they were attacked by the Slow
Mutants, he asked the gunslinger almost shyly about his coming of age.
The gunslinger had been leaning against the handle, a cigarette from his dwindling supply of tobacco clamped in his mouth. He had been on the verge of his usual unthinking sleep when the boy asked his question.
“Why would you want to know that?” He asked.
The boy’s voice was curiously stubborn, as if hiding embarrassment. “I just do.” And after a pause, he added:
“I always wondered about growing up. It’s mostly lies.”
“It wasn’t growing up,” the gunslinger said. “I never grew up all at once. I did it one place and another along the way. I saw a man hung once. That was part of it, though I didn’t know it then. I left a girl in a place called King’s Town twelve years ago. That was another part. I never knew any of the parts when they happened. Only later I knew that.”
“He realized with some unease that he was avoiding.
“I suppose the coming of age was part, too,” he said, almost grudgingly. “It was formal. Almost stylized; like a dance.” He laughed unpleasantly. “Like love.
“Love and dying have been my life.”
The boy said nothing. — Excerpt From: King, Stephen. “DT 01 The Gunslinger.” iBooks.
Just a few days shy of a month from now, It will be 3 years since you came into my life in the flesh, where I could touch you, smell you, and not just text you from across the ocean.
You still make me feel like that first day, only 1000 times better.
Forever sounds so amazing ❤️
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