Wanderlust

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.

Things just went wrong too many times.

I don’t want to be just a nothing, a sick blank, withdrawal into myself forever. I just want something, beside the emptiness I’ve carried around in me all my life.

when they say the name of the movie in the movie

the last person on earth will live out their days below the same sun and moon as the first did. we are all the same.