(via rachell) When I was a kid, I had quite the wild imagination. This kiddo, when he was in trouble or needed to get somewhere, he would go outside and scream Falkor, and this sexy beast would come and fly him away. And I totally believed it. So whenever I was upset with my parents, got in trouble or whatever, I would literally go outside on the driveway, climb on my dad’s trailer and just kinda yell for Falkor. Of course he never came. Good times. I still secretly wish that he was real and could come get me every now and then.

(via rachell)

When I was a kid, I had quite the wild imagination. This kiddo, when he was in trouble or needed to get somewhere, he would go outside and scream Falkor, and this sexy beast would come and fly him away. And I totally believed it. So whenever I was upset with my parents, got in trouble or whatever, I would literally go outside on the driveway, climb on my dad’s trailer and just kinda yell for Falkor. Of course he never came.

Good times. I still secretly wish that he was real and could come get me every now and then.