We keep our weed in film canisters and write dreams on the soles of our shoes. The lines shooting by on the road mean more to us than you will ever realize. We let each beat of the radio drop in our hearts so that we can actually feel the hit, something you’ve never thought of. And as the smoke flows out the open window you ask what we are writing in our notebook. We just smile and look at you over the top of our sunglasses, letting you know it’s nothing and everything all at the same time.
We think dreams are sacred, the good ones at least, and live for tidbits of sleep. Tattoos aren’t necessarily a rule, but they’re good guidelines. Once in while we’ll throw pennies into fountains, imagining the best. Except more often than not we realize the best is only created while in motion. We’ll tell you that including music into your criteria is about as close to suicide as any time management could get (our playlists are designed to span lifetimes). The tops of our shoes flop to one side when we aren’t wearing them. And between the plaid and our fingernails digging into your back when we kiss you, it all just fits somehow.
There are people out there who will never understand. A different breed. Minds not necessarily closed shut but rather sent shooting the opposite way. Their lives are filled with the real and the now and the actual. Whereas ours are spent drifting somewhere that’s been forgotten (or maybe it doesn’t exist) but is never less real. It’s a matter of co-existence. Just smile and be content knowing that they care.
Via - Ryan Avery
We think dreams are sacred, the good ones at least, and live for tidbits of sleep. Tattoos aren’t necessarily a rule, but they’re good guidelines. Once in while we’ll throw pennies into fountains, imagining the best. Except more often than not we realize the best is only created while in motion. We’ll tell you that including music into your criteria is about as close to suicide as any time management could get (our playlists are designed to span lifetimes). The tops of our shoes flop to one side when we aren’t wearing them. And between the plaid and our fingernails digging into your back when we kiss you, it all just fits somehow.
There are people out there who will never understand. A different breed. Minds not necessarily closed shut but rather sent shooting the opposite way. Their lives are filled with the real and the now and the actual. Whereas ours are spent drifting somewhere that’s been forgotten (or maybe it doesn’t exist) but is never less real. It’s a matter of co-existence. Just smile and be content knowing that they care.
Via - Ryan Avery
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