The more I spend time away from home, the more I realize it was never home. Perhaps, someday I’ll have somewhere to name “home”. For now, I just fly alone.
B.C.
The more I spend time away from home, the more I realize it was never home. Perhaps, someday I’ll have somewhere to name “home”. For now, I just fly alone.
B.C.
Looking back feels weird, even though it was not long ago. How empty were those years? How insane was that place? Is there still any love behind? Has it ever been? I want something, but what is it that dares take away my sleep? - I don’t know ma’am, I can’t help you on that -. Night after night, tossing and turning, silently crying, speaking to God. Is he listening? My body is clearly tired, my mind refuses to stop. I don’t belong here, nor there. Do I belong anywhere? Cigarettes seem to be a cure, but here it comes again. Should I really start killing myself then? Wait a minute. Am I sick? My medicine is hopefully coming soon. It’s hard to keep your body intact, while your soul is broken in pieces that are slightly getting lost, until you can’t find them anymore. I know “love” is the answer for my huge question mark, and I wish that knowing that was enough.
Aquele dia em que você para pra pensar no que vale a pena. Eu poderia estar me preparando pro vestibular agora, passar, me tornar uma médica bem sucedida, fazer uma viagem internacional por ano sem muito esforço… Mas eu estou aqui, numa cidadezinha em Montana, interior dos EUA vivendo uma realidade que não é a minha. Era isso mesmo que eu queria? Tarde demais.
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