My friend and I went to the desert today. We went to the desert because we both had a fucking awful night last night (and a pretty shitty year so far) and we came to the conclusion that if we drove North, it would be like we were running away from our problems; if we went South, it would be like we were retreating from our problems, but if we go East, or inward to the desert, we’d be confronting our problems head on. The desert is the PERFECT place to go if you are going through a rough time. The animals that live there are total survivors and the people who live there go fucking hard.
Good shit from today:
“The desert: a source of strength and inspiration for us this fall. To us pursuing exactly what our hearts are drawn to.”
“Desert people go fucking hard.”
“You know what though—it’s good to feel shit.”
(Source: romantickissing)