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New York City:
tourists, gay, tourists, peanuts, FUCKING TOURISTS
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Idaho:
Potatoes
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Michigan:
that lake place
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Florida:
DISNEY WORLD and those other parks
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San Diego:
gay, Princess Diaries, That's So Raven
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Wisconsin:
cheese
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Montana and the Dakotas:
population of cows exceeds that of humans
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New Jersey:
garden state my ass
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Vermont:
Canada on drugs
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Dallas:
stereotypical south
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New Orleans:
alcohol, fried donuts, jazz music (the place to be)
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Philadelphia:
Cream Cheese, beat anyone who calls it "the city," fair chance of being mugged
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Oklahoma:
why
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Las Vegas:
WHITE PEOPLE MAKING SHITTY DECISIONS
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Los Angeles:
traffic not worth the possibility of spying a celeb
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Kentucky:
not enjoyable at all, two stars would not recommend
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Maine:
how are you even a part of the US?
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Chicago:
everyone has a gun so don't piss us off
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Minnesota:
t-shirts and shorts when it's below zero
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Pennsylvania:
Hershey chocolate, no we're not all Amish, liberty bell, constitution, declaration of independence, will smith, ben franklin
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Seattle:
If you look to your left, you will see a Starbucks, and if you take a look to your right, you'll also see a Starbucks.
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Denver:
Yes pot is legal, everyone has a dog and no one is fat. Also, Manning.
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Iowa:
Corn field, corn field, corn field, cows, Ashton Kutcher lived here, corn field, corn field
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California:
Disneyland, beach, surf, Disneyland, mexicans, bleach blondes, Disneyland
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
omg yes
lol yes, so then i can shave.
Yes.
reblog it everytime, cause it’s so stunning.
Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!
One minute, 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
One minute, 29 secods.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute, six seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
54 seconds.
Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
30 seconds.
Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
25 seconds.
That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
20 seconds.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
19. Faster.
18. Quicker.
17. More rapid.
16. It’s racing.
Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
10 seconds.
The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
5. My heart has given up entirely.
4. I stop walking.
3. Just waiting left.
2. Everything is about to change.
1. Deep breath.0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
“Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”xD, love, can i keep it?,
THIS
Is really well written.
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