This seems like the most likely answer, though in that case, they seem to be playing a very long and subtle game, because they haven’t contacted me at all thus far.
TIME WILL TELL.
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I am trying and failing to come up with any possible reason the Southern Evangelical Seminary could have for following me on Twitter. I am an atheist who mostly tweets about television and the New York City subway? Seriously: how, why.
48/∞ Pics of Tyler Hoechlin.
GENUINELY BAFFLED by how this dude seems to be getting increasingly attractive with every year that passes. And not just in a “oh, you’re aging into your face!” kind of way. HE IS JUST A MORE BEAUTIFUL PERSON NOW THAN HE WAS C. SEASON ONE. How? How??? I DEMAND ANSWERS.
(Source: tylerhoechlin, via starbolin)
It is summer in a dead-end town. There’s not much good to say about that. I have been spending a lot of time at the community center pool. The lifeguards at the pool are all ugly so it’s kind of a waste of time. I always hope I’ll see a cute boy there and I like how the hot pavement feels when I walk barefoot. One of the lifeguards, his name is Jason Miller. He’s in college and still has terrible acne. I feel sorry for him. Acne is supposed to go away when you’re in college. You’re supposed to grow into your looks. He seems pretty lonely. Even though he wears sunglasses all the time, he stares at me. I always set my towel right next to his lifeguard stand and make sure to wear my skimpiest bikini. I feel like I’m doing a good deed. Sometimes, after he jumps in the water to help a kid who can’t swim or whatever, he climbs back into his seat and water from his body drips on me. He tastes like chlorine and sunscreen. I keep waiting for him to ask me out. He knows I’m going to be a senior this year; I told him. I think he’s afraid of girls. My brother says men who are afraid of girls are gay, but Jason Miller isn’t gay. When I roll onto my back and see him staring at me, I also see a rise in his swim trunks. Last week, I saw him at the Skate & Bowl with some of his friends. He’s the best-looking of the bunch so you can imagine how ugly his friends are. They were all bowling and really getting into it like total fucking losers. I mean honestly, it’s bowling. My dad bowls. Bowling is the only thing that makes him happy but he’s old so he has an excuse. These guys are like 19 or 20 and bowling makes them happy. There’s no hope. Anyway, Jason Miller was sitting off to the side drinking a beer. He must have a fake ID. He looked lonelier than he does at the pool. I sat next to him and started drinking his beer. He didn’t say anything so I stared at him and slowly drank every drop of that beer and he stared right back and when I finished I set the glass down. He said, “You’re welcome,” so I said, “Thank you.” Then my friends came looking for me. I squeezed his thigh, surprised by the muscle, and he turned bright red. I slid my hand higher to see how red he could get. I would have stayed longer. I wanted to stay longer. I would have squeezed other parts of him but I had to go. I want Jason Miller real bad.
This story is so intensely good. So, so highly recommended. (TW: rape, sexual assault, et cetera.)
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I am going to keep reblogging versions of this cover as long as the mileage is still there. WE ARE SO NOT DONE YET.
(Source: norwegian-blue, via oldfilmsflicker)
