June 2012
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My Trip to Bobo Hill (pics soon, I hope)
Was kinda fun, actually.
When we went in, we had to go to a room to pray (while facing the east) and also, we put our left hand on our heart whilst doing so.
They pray when they come in the camp, & when they come out.
For the ladies, our hair had to be fully covered.
The women had to be ‘clean’ or they couldn’t enter the camp. Clean meaning, it had to be 21 days after...
plot twist: 5 years later she never sees sk8er boi on MTV because MTV doesn't play music.
If Tumblr were around in the 90's
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damnant quod non intelligun
cor unum
Whatever the problem is
Starving is not the answer.
Bingeing is not the answer.
Purging is not the answer.
Drinking is not the answer.
Cutting is not the answer.
Using drugs is not the answer.
..I may not know what the answer is yet, but I do know that those are not it.
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