I stopped telling myself that I’m lost.

I’m not.

I’m on a road with no destination, I’m just driving with hope that I’ll find a place that I like and I’ll stay there.

I’m not lost, I’m on my way.

Ahunnaya (via fickle-indigochild)

(Source: blood--sport)

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feistiest:

meeting someone with the same music taste is seriously the best thing ever

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My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.

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Mostar, Bosnia, September 1992. A Bosnian soldier plays the piano in the destroyed music school.Photo by Teun Voeten.

Mostar, Bosnia, September 1992. 

A Bosnian soldier plays the piano in the destroyed music school.

Photo by Teun Voeten.

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date:

I’m addicted to wasting my time

(Source: date)

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unfollow someone, being unfollowed by someone else.

I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did.
(via hazelhirao)

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I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.
Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via larmoyante)

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