There’s something quite incorruptible about this spot; not this town, not this house, or this lake, but just this one spot.
High above the land and water and bullshit.
High above the drama, the hurt, and the pain.
A place where the sky and water are meeting and I rest in between.
A place of stillness and peace, laughter, love, friendship, and reflection.
A place full of life and memories that can never be tainted because in this place there is only pureness.
A place where I can be and just be and just feel and just remember.
A place I will always see as home.
Crime plans or dinner plans?
steven hyde’s collection of band T-shirts.
Here we have a mug that looks like a grenade.
Weekend WTF?!?!? (via: tompeyer)
The use of the word “Blowfishes” is my biggest problem with this.
Yup… that’s the only problem I can find here.