Monterey Pop Festival, 1967. ”If you’re going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair”
old ass ppl talk shit about my generation until they accidentally disable their wifi and cant figure out how to turn it back on
then im suddenly the mastermind of information & resources
i’m sorry for being such a mess and saying all the wrong things but the darkness in my head was drowning me and i’m as bad at swimming as i am at everything else.
It’s really cute when people forget your existence until they need something