glossynympheteyes:

All the pretty stars shine for you, my love
Am I that girl that you dream of?
All those little times you said that I’m your girl
You make me feel like your whole world


Two years he walks the Earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road.

leftbehindandsour:

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don’t, they don’t speak for us
I’ll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide