I’M IN SAN FRANCISCO
If you can’t handle me randomly blurting out song lyrics that relate to what you just said, we can’t be friends
why can’t we be friends why can’t we be frieeeendds
When Caroline Walter of Freiburg, Germany died at the age of 16, her sister, ,Selma, had a sculptor cast a life size sculpture for the gravestone - Every morning since Caroline’s funeral, a fresh flower was found tucked in the crook of the arm, and still is to this day - Nobody knows who leaves it - Every single morning! - Caroline died in 1867 - For 146 years, someone has been leaving flowers…
Caroline totes had a vampire lover.
This is by far, my favorite theory.