optimistic. for the first time in a long time. 
grand rapids.

and i will convince my best friend to fall in love with it, like i have. 
and i will be happy. 

 some men die under the mountain, just lookin for gold,
some die lookin for a hand to hold

 step one: save a little bit of money
step two: get the fuck out and not tell one single soul where the fuck i'm going. 

we lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.

I read this a few weeks ago, and found it to be a great story, so i thought i'd repost it for you to read. This is a blog posted by John Gourley, an Alaska native and frontman for rock band Portugal The Man. Enjoy.

Palin, Because We Don't Need It ( Read more... )

box up your gloves and your
down coats,
bound for the sun and the
west coast.

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was ultimately, a success.
i had a lot of fun.
i had a lot of green beverages.
i met a lot of great people.
i laid the foundations for some potentially amazing friendships.

most importantly, i got out of flint, at least for a little while.
i need to get to east lansing a lot more often.

kicked off the right way.

he's my fucking brother. i don't know how you could fucking say something like that to him.

you're dead to me.