the only time i feel at ease is a thousand miles from home. tell the boys when i get back, whiskey shots on me. but for now i got no time to spare and i got no time to bleed. so raise your glass to a life off the grid, raise full sails pull anchor dead ahead.
-my homies band called get dead.
you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you.
im fuckin ready to go to sleep now. good to be home though!
for the 8th time this year. i spend 20% of my life in an airport. home in 10ish hours
whaat whaat!? back in new hampshire. woooo.