freedom smells like a mustang convertible and moroccan leather. until one of these items runs over the other one, at which point it just smells hilariouslongitudinal and bluewhere the sidewalk bends
I know. It’s as if my conscious self was like oh, great light, you should put your bag here, and my subconscious self was like oh, life would be so much funnier if road trips always began with the act of running over one’s favorite luggage with a car, you should put your bag here.
cooking with gaul 
Looking at that picture with the car and your bag, it seems like things couldn’t have turned out any other way, doesn’t it?
I know. It’s as if my conscious self was like oh, great light, you should put your bag here, and my subconscious self was like oh, life would be so much funnier if road trips always began with the act of running over one’s favorite luggage with a car, you should put your bag here.