we went to the island last nite tra-la

off we go

a sense of relief washes over you once you hit the pavement on the island and then it’s a race to get away from all the tourists so you can crack your first sneaky brew.

so this time we tackled the other side of the island where we came upon this fruity little park I LOVED IT.

flowers everywhere.

i am a witch.

oh my god i have to stop making these dumb picture faces.

drinking sanctuary.

two second timer you win this round.

dreamiest tree EVER.

I KNOW, that’s what i said!

i am reading this smut to fil.

the flower had already been pulled out by some punk dick my friends.

itched my scalp too much so i tossed it.

napoleon voice i caught you a delicious bass.

yes i cut my dress into a shirt like the black one.

short shorts backfire, a red ant bit me, fuckin motherfucker ruined a good half hour of my fun.

by the time we get to hanlan’s point my camera battery is low and i can never get a clear shot of the skyline.

requisite tourist pose.

guy left his smokes AND cellphone, came back and grabbed ‘em after i took this picture, i said oh GOOD. stresses me out to see things left behind cos you know the majority of the time some prick will come along and pocket it.

going in the evening during the week is a treat because the island is pretty deserted and it feels spooky.