sitting on your veranda while watching the sun set, with a cup of hot chocolate, and a chill acoustic playlist playing in the background. hay, my ideal afternoon. ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪
“Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.”
— Hunter Thompson