Reblogged from the-absolute-best-posts
Road trip. Road trip. Roadtrip.
Honestly, I’m so excited right now. I can’t believe any of this is actually happening. I am so pumped to feel summer between my toes again. I want to be able to throw my hoodies into a drawer and never look at them again. I want to stare out the window and watch the trees fly by, put some rock music on and crank up the stereo. I want to roll down the windows, throw my hands in the air and sing the most obnoxious lyrics I know. Fall asleep on your shoulder when the euphoria’s worn off, then wake up and sing once more. Run screaming towards the bathrooms when we stop at a gas station, inhaling the sweet scent of open air and stretching our sore knees. We’ll snap photos of the setting sun, blurred trees, and of each other drooling. We’ll play I Spy and Truth or Dare, drunk from boredom.
At the end of it all, we will hate each other, vow never to speak ever again, and sleep in beds for once, grateful for a pillow that’s not a shoulder. And when morning comes, we’ll climb back in and start all over.
(Source: theproperstranger)
