At the Cal-Neva Lodge in Lake Tahoe, the Nevada/California state line actually runs through the swimming pool.
Fun fact: Cal-Neva was once co-owned by Frank Sinatra.
This is cool as fuck cause you can tell people you swam from Nevada to California
or that your penis reaches all the way to California
There are two types of people
girls, don’t ever let a man tell u ya vagina is ugly or unworthy of his mouth and tongue. men can’t say shit when they got that lumpy vienna sausage with hair on it and two long eggs wrapped up in some loose skin. ya vagina is beautiful and if a man wanna talk shit he can go slap his balls up against someone elses asshole.
“I wonder how you can look at anything and not feel your knees shake from the memory of it. I have been in your bed and cradled between your palms and your knees, in your shower and in the patch of sunlight that touches your room just before noon. Your sheets and your hair and your hips. Your lazy Saturday morning smile isn’t yours anymore. It’s mine. Look, there, you can see me. There’s my ghost. She’s waving at you. She’s saying ‘boy, you’ll need to burn this entire place down if you want to forget what happened here.’ She’s saying ‘man, all the ways we loved is splattered across these walls like murder.”
—Azra.T “the people you loved live inside all the places they touched” (via 5000letters)