This reminds me of the boating docks at the prep school near where I grew up. The night we graduated from high school we got high and went skinny dipping there and got caught by a weird old security guard who made fun of us. I can’t wait to go swimming again.(via psychodelic)
I remember this! I was in a group that ran pretty far into the woods. This lake looks like it is closer to me than it is to NH, though.
I ran away with Matt. I hid someone’s underwear in the bushes. That was lame. I think I was probably stoned. Still not the best excuse.
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