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this came up in my tumblr radar today. how do they know?! HOW DO THEY KNOW.
5 FUCKING DAYS.
i used to cry when we ate portillo’s on the way home from the airport because it meant a vacation was over and also the smell was sickening inside my mom’s car that already smelled of dog and chanel number 5.
but now, VACATION’S OVER MOTHERFUCKERS AND I COULDN’T BE HAPPIER.
