An Arsenal of Everything.

Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.

Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.

I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.

wanderlust & nature & travel & beautiful skies

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.

It’s funny. I still feel like a little girl . I’m still looking around to check and see what other people are doing to make sure I’m not completely different; I’m still looking around for help, hoping for a quick nudge and a whisper of advice. But I can’t seem to be able to catch anybody’s eye. Nobody else around me seems to be looking around and wondering what to do. Why is it that I feel like I’m the only person who is confused and concerned about the choices I’ve made and where I’m headed?

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

“A land of fragrance, quietness, and trees, and flowers.”