A modified book on generalized anxiety disorder. I wish my camera were decent enough to better capture the text and how infected the interior pages looked.
this really scared me and i dont know why i just hate it
Good Lord on a cracker, I miss living in this city.
Saw this in a magazine (of a for-women-over-30-with-higher-than-average-income kind) today, and remembered University, with marker markings and paper folds and coloring illustrations.
As much as I love for books to be lovely-pristine, a book is like a woman: she should be well-read.
By the marina, there is this lake, a place of most wonderful kind. Some time thousands of years ago, there was an empty underground cavern, which, straigning under the weight of all the ice, collapsed. And then, when the Ice Age came to an end, the melting water raised the sea level, and the waters started flowing into the created cavern, filling this giant stone cup with salty water.
But that’s the science of it. The locals gave it a name, the kind that makes me want to forgive everything that is bad about them.
The lake is called The Eye of The Dragon.
Fighting my common sense and the steapest slopes, I actually managed to get my feet into the water. How many people can say that they stood in the Eye of a Dragon? I’m happy to say that I am one.