sometimes my body gets in the way of my mind
sometimes it’s the mind that’s blocking the body
i appreciate the times that they work together
but sometimes the distance is just as beautiful
that awkward moment when you’re sitting in 100 degree weather and read something that gives you the chills and remember to feel alive
I commit to forever being passionate about having a good fucking time. Living in the fucking now and always remembering what keeps be high. Because growing up doesn’t fucking mean that you have to settle down. I’ll watch my fucking mouth in the right situations, but don’t tell me my dreams are crazy. No one ever changed the/their world with simple, quiet, mild mannered and easily accepted dreams.