Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people. And finally I did, on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore - except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast. Die young. Be wild. Have fun.
sometimes it’s depressing how much of my life i’ve wasted. i tend to tell myself “i’ll do x once i achieve y.” but then y never happens so i don’t ever get to do x. i’m slightly disappointed in my life right now. bah hum bug.