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Hi

Hi

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Whats chris carrolls username?

I don’t know how long ago this is from but he doesn’t use tumblr anymore and I forgot it.

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I’ve decided this isn’t going to be a very active blog since I don’t get many notes or followers anyway. If you are looking for more of my photos, I suggested going to my flickr account: sonya.gaysinskiy

I’m not deleting, I’m just not going to use this very often. Thanks to those of you who actively follow me and reblog my photos. It means a lot.

- Sonya

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Boat Reflection, Half Moon Bay, CA

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Half Moon Bay, CA

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Punch Buggie

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I haven’t been on many train rides, but each time I have, something has happened in my romantic life. 

The first occurrence: Freshman year field trip to the exploratorium. When I arrived back on the trip, I was asked out by my soon to be first boyfriend.

The second: The trip lunch plan at the Supreme Court with my soon to be second boyfriend. He wasn’t coming on the train back, so he hugged me goodbye and everyone knew something was happening. Soon enough, we were an item.

The third: Sophomore year field trip to San Jose State. A friend of mine had been teasing me about something he wanted to tell me. He had kept it from me the entire trip. He, my future third boyfriend and I had hung out almost the entire trip because we’re all friends. We had lunch all together. At the time my future third boyfriend and I were already talking, knowing we were interested in each other. On the way back, the friend asks me if I wanted to go out with him. I knew he would ask, but I was looking at someone else. I got a text from future third boyfriend asking what was going on. I told him what had happened and that I had said no. The next day, he asked me out, in front of many.

The fourth (and most recent): I, third boyfriend, and friend were going to see my best friend at Stanford performing at the Jazz Festival. There was a lot of tension between third boyfriend and I before we arrived. It felt awful. I hated him. I wanted to get away from him but at the same time I wanted his comfort. Not a single kiss that day. When we came back late into the night, he drove me home. Once we arrived, he said we needed to talk. We broke up that night.

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San Mateo, CA

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autumnunspoken

unedited

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San Mateo Bay Trail bench

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0 period.

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San Mateo Memorial Park, California. Redwoods.

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Pescadero, CA

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7:35, Foster City, CA

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Pescadero Beach, CA