Traveling is the best education. You see the world through another lens. You realize your homeland isn’t the only reality, there’s many.
you chug a fifth of alcohol by yourself & everyone around you is too busy cheering to wonder how empty you had to be in order to do it
every time i’ve become close to someone who leaves or drifts away
i have to remind myself that they too are on a journey and i was more than likely just a passerby.
i love car rides so much that i actually get disappointed when we reach our destination
Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?