“If you haven’t had a chance to drink some Buds outside, sit around a camp fire, drive fast with all of your windows down, ride on a boat, catch an outdoor show, drink a Dark ‘N’ Stormy and do all of that other fun summer stuff you better get at it. One more month and it is September…”—Michael Williams (via fuckyeahrhodeisland)
Do you search for a place to belong; search in vain, search in fear. Or is your spirit everywhere, is your voice every tree? Your soul of the air… If there’s no home is there no death? Is there no death?