



I like it better here
where i can be cold all year and
I’ve been sleeping outside
It’s damp and rainy
I’ve been dreaming a song
That song is you




I like it better here
where i can be cold all year and
I’ve been sleeping outside
It’s damp and rainy
I’ve been dreaming a song
That song is you
the woods they do that too you, they always look familiar, long lost, like a dead relative, or an old dream.
— The Dharma Bums, Jack kerouacĀ
(Source: wolveswolves)