Not all those who wander are lost. But I wonder if the direction I choose will lead me to be a part of the human condition where loss becomes apparent.
How do you embrace risk and follow through? Maybe I’m just not brave enough.
Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
this is the realist shit I’ve ever read
(Source: , via melanieglows)