Can’t stop thinking about it.

Okay. I might be crazy. But this would be totally amazing.
I think.
I mean, I was supposed to go to sleep. Then I started thinking about this.
And I NEVER, I mean never. Ever. Turn my laptop back on after I turn it off for the night.

So.

Imagine. Right now.
Buying a house in the middle of a fucking forest, okay?
And having that as your home-base-gypsypirate-palace-thing.
With a goddamn babbling brook right in the backyard.
Or a fucking moat. A MOAT.

Then grabbing someone.
And fucking leave the state together.
With like. A 20×10 suitcase and a fist full of cash.

And totally just live in random places for a couple months, or maybe a year.
Working odd jobs.
Or write for a living. Jesus. Write about your amazing stupid experiences together.

The people you meet. That weird piercing you both got because that totally hot girl talked you guys into it.

And if one of you hates a particular city or needs a break. Then they can go back home.
And get totally away from every city ever, and every person ever.
And when they’re done being a hermit, they can meet you at the next city.
Or beat you there and check shit out.
Or just go somewhere. You’ll meet up eventually.

And if you happen to meet someone cool enough along the way. Fuckin’ take ‘em.
And be a goddamn nomadic hippy trio.

Life would never suck.
Unless you picked the wrong people to be hippy nomads with.

But if you DIDN’T pick the wrong people.
Imagine how different your life would be.

People work a 9-5 every day just so they can go to Vegas for two weeks once a year.
Only to dread going back the entire time they’re on vacation.
Tooooootally don’t want that.

People talk about living with no regrets all the time.
But most of it’s bullshit.
But who would regret that kind of freedom? Those kinds of experiences?

No one.

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Tom: I am leaving on friday to go to NC
Tom: Lina!!!
Tom: I AM GOING TO YOUR NORTHERN REGIONS.
Me: I’ve heard it’s nice up there. xD
Tom: I bet it is.
Me: I miss you.
Tom: miss you too

God, I love him.
I haven’t seen him in way too long.

Triggers.

Shaking fast like a fist prone to explosions
Like a mouth prone to riot
Heavy with delayed expectations
Bodies molding under the weight of each other

Slowly the erosion starts to take effect

Goddamnit.
We’re only human.

Deb Talan & Steve Tannen. (The Weepies)
You make me miss my girlfriend at random hours of the morning.
Good job.
Because my room doesn’t already totally smell like her or anything.
And there’s definitely not a huge Naruto she drew on my whiteboard that I see every morning.
Psh.

And if I’m going to keep this stupid summer project up.
I need to pimp it more.

Or I could just go tag.
God, I love artsy shit.

Or I could work some more on my manuscript.

Or I could be secretly mad that Andrew totally didn’t care that I was sick.

Or I could just sleep, like I should be.

Yep. Definitely doing that.