In high school, the car becomes a door to the bigger world. It is a home, a haven, a tool, and a weapon. The school is a beehive and the cars are the drones, taking the sweet honey of youth all around.

We smoke more and we cough every time. I think about the little dragon that the bong is and I so wish that dragons were real, because it would mean that none of this shit was the end of everything, because this world sucks, and even if you are high it only lets you escape a little bit, it’s lets you escape enough that you know there could be something better, but it won’t let you into that place; like standing on the cloudy threshold of heaven and seeing something so bright and tantalizing and warmy-womby feeling but not being able to enter, just feeling the heat a little on your face, and you want to cry and smile, but instead you just stare and you can’t do anything.
― James Franco, Palo Alto (via kostalkidsofkalifornia)

I love this

Boys cry
Cigarettes do kill,
parents lie,
boats sink,
flowers die,
Life goes on,
with or without you.
― sad facts that come along with existing (via halluzinogen)

(Source: cosmicwording)

Like wildflowers; You must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.
― Unknown  (via arcane-wanderer)

(Source: koreyan)


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