#a.ace

loud moans reverberating against white walls; the sound of a guitar filling the room; dog fur clinging to checked shirts; warmth radiating off bodies; name uttered by unfamiliar voices; strong handshakes and charming grins; words sweetened by a Texan accent; cumbia songs hummed; gentle laughter and breathless chuckles; busy hands, calloused palms; the sound of boots crushing twigs and dead leaves; a babbling river; the revving of an engine. 

    “The world will always have an opinion, no matter what you do. At some point, you gotta learn that opinion matters less than your happiness.”