Park Jefferson - Dude, It’s Saturday
Inhale, let the smoke consume your lungs ‘til they turn black. Exhale, your breath is so apparent in these winter months. You know I love you even though you’re miles from me. You knew
These promises wouldn’t last the year. There’s one more month and I’m not there.
But this is today. There’s no chance of rain. I’m happy, that’s enough.
(Source: parrrotflies, via parrrotflies)