just chilln on the beach, eating sand and kissing the bros.

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You know there are points in my life where I sat behind a desk or did some job and I looked at the window after being treated like shit and just had to fight the urge to strip naked and walk into the forest.

when its my turn to pick the music in the work truck.

feels like waking up face down in blood stained dirt after a bad fight, starting the long walk back home under the stars of an unfamiliar sky while being lost in thought of those past events.

and then she would kick the hell out of that table when you did it too much and the fact they even made that happen means they knew, they knew.