itsonlythewind

And the leaves were telling secrets to the wind.
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Apr 21
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masqverades:

do you ever get so disgusted with yourself, like you can not believe how stupid and thoughtless you are and it’s so frustrating because you keep telling yourself that you’ll do better next time but then next time rolls around and the same thing keeps happening and you end up in this pattern of mediocrity. 

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Apr 20
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But your best friend is still your best friend. Even from half a world away. Distance can’t sever that connection. Best friends are the kind of people who can survive anything. And when best friends see each other again, after being separated by half a world and more miles than you think you can bear, you pick up right where you left off. After all, that’s what best friends do.
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winsome-love:

Something quite magical about road-trips. It’s like the earth moves with you and for you; and all the time in the world sits in the palm of your hand.

winsome-love:

Something quite magical about road-trips. It’s like the earth moves with you and for you; and all the time in the world sits in the palm of your hand.

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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.

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