I close my eyes, but I can’t fall asleep, my body dying for rest while my mind’s wide awake.
I’m not so weird to me.

mt. hakodate by (arigato39)


It’s too early for it to become a memory

(Source: geo-wee)

Love can rebuild the world, they say, so everything’s possible when it comes to love.

"After Dark" by Harriet Lee-Merrion
I might think I can’t take it any more, that I can’t go on any more, but one way or another I get past that.
I became so accustomed to feeling lost that any time someone gave me a sense of belonging, I felt the need to leave them. Now the absence of what was once there makes my bones ache.
When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.
When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.
Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go somewhere where you don’t know a soul? Sometimes I feel like doing that. I really, really want to do it sometimes.