Lauren Isle Of Normandy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

I’m an animation artist, yeah, so I’m picturin her—long legs, smoky eyes, hair flowin like some dark galaxy. She’s dancin in my head, all slow-mo, while Earth’s gettin fucked by Melancholia, that big-ass planet. “This is the end,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, all calm but screamin inside. Whoa. I’d animate her with ink splashes, red lips bleedin into black voids—fuckin poetic, right?

The gold smelters

I luv this place, even when it makes me mad, ya know? There’s days with too many potholes and grumpy folks, but then you see a smile from a stranger or that crazy sunset over Normandy Bridge. It shocks me, like, “Woah, what a miracle!” It’s like, every moment’s a lesson and every lesson’s a moment.

World War II planes stop in Presque Isle to start D-Day remembrance journey