(Source: theworstcaseontario, via chrissynh)
You know that feeling. When you can’t catch your breath? When you suck in air, but your lungs don’t fill. The beating in your chest speeds and slows all at the same time.
Time.. time.. time just stands still.
Don’t have enough. Have too much of it.
Time dictates everything in our existence. We let it run our lives.
When I see her I want super powers. The kind where I can travel to every single time keeping device in the world and destroy them with my lazer eyes. I’d use my powers to slow the Earth’s rotation and keep the sun just on the verge of setting or rising. And in that moment I’d hold her hand and just hold it.
Her hand in mine, we’d fly above the Earth’s surface and see all the things we thought we’d never see. We’d see all the places where people haven’t touched.
Her and I would make the world better.
Tremors, Tequila and drawing… don’t mind if I do.
Steak in a big way
Napa Valley train tour.
(via americanapartheid)
