notanotheroveremotionalidiot: Imagine this: a dusty road in front of you, disappearing in the horizon. The wind running through your hair, the music running through your ears and the adrenaline running through your veins. The sun is setting, golden against the desert sands and you feel like there’s nothing better in this world. You drive on and on, on a road that doesn’t seem to end and you know where you’re going, because you studied the maps by heart just so you wouldn’t get lost, but in your heart you want to get lost, just for the adventure. You make regular stops, sleep a night, maybe two, but you want to be on the road again, driving by these spectacular places, stopping to take a moment to breathe it all in and you’re on your way again. There’s only you, him and the road. Whenever he’s driving, you want to taunt him, to make him laugh, to tease him, to take photographs. You switch turns, sleep a while, only to be waken up by a kiss, or the sun or the music. And when the road ends, you aren’t sad, because in the end, the destination didn’t matter. 

notanotheroveremotionalidiot:

Imagine this: a dusty road in front of you, disappearing in the horizon. The wind running through your hair, the music running through your ears and the adrenaline running through your veins. The sun is setting, golden against the desert sands and you feel like there’s nothing better in this world. You drive on and on, on a road that doesn’t seem to end and you know where you’re going, because you studied the maps by heart just so you wouldn’t get lost, but in your heart you want to get lost, just for the adventure. You make regular stops, sleep a night, maybe two, but you want to be on the road again, driving by these spectacular places, stopping to take a moment to breathe it all in and you’re on your way again. There’s only you, him and the road. Whenever he’s driving, you want to taunt him, to make him laugh, to tease him, to take photographs. You switch turns, sleep a while, only to be waken up by a kiss, or the sun or the music. And when the road ends, you aren’t sad, because in the end, the destination didn’t matter. 

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