mentally I’m in Paris drinking coffee with the love of my life.

take me where I may forget myself, my existence, and all the world.

hoping for the best, prepared for the worst, and unfazed by anything in between.

Do you ever realize how badly you’re going to miss a moment while you’re living it? Like wow, these are the good days. I am here and I am happy and I am alive.

things will get better and you will be okay.

Maybe it won’t work out. But maybe seeing if it does will be the best adventure ever.

I no longer force things. what flows, flows.

I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too.

A deep desire for free emotions and sensations burns inside me: a soft rage against this tinted, shallow, standardized and robotic life, and a mad craving to escape somewhere, or everywhere. A new town, mountain, or a ocean, or myself.

get in, we be roadtripping to watch the stars.

you can miss someone, but still understand you deserve better.

breathe. everything will be ok.