it will be our bed and everything will be okay. our bed. our bed. our bed. our bed.
If I could, I’d run away from this place forever. I’d move to some town outskirts in London or something. I’d bring my girlfriend, my iPhone/iPod (along with a charger), and a mattress so we could sleep outside watching the stars. I never really disliked Florida until I went to Lakewood and met the people in St. Pete. St. Pete is a shit city, with shit people, with two or three exceptions.
