Follow me and tell me how much I suck at “youallugly.tumblr.com”
Twenty-thousand…no thirty-thousand feet in the air I gaze down upon the most magnificent snow capped mountains. Pure white caps piercing the clouds with their majestic orange glow from the sun’s vibrant rays. I wonder how it would be to picnic on the peak of one of these mountains or maybe to just sit for hours basking in such beauty. Rivaling these white behemoths are the not so distant cousins. Mostly brown with red-orange highlights these mountains are not for picnics. These mountains were formed for the sole purpose of enjoying a glass of wine with a lover. Now I don’t have a lover but the charming flight attendant who just served me a second complimentary Coke will surely suffice.
Tumblr is like an ex-girlfriend. I want to keep in touch but I know I won’t.