far up north

Peacefully wrapped in a chaotic mind.
08.03. Berlari kecil untuk turun, pamit kepada keluarga, “Aku pergi sekolah dulu, sampai jumpa sore nanti!”, adalah ucapan biasa pagi hariku. Kadang dengan roti di tangan, sambil jalan, 8 menit, menuju bus. 

Somehow you didn’t realize how wonderful it was, the smallest the simplest thing, up until it was all gone.

08.03. Berlari kecil untuk turun, pamit kepada keluarga, “Aku pergi sekolah dulu, sampai jumpa sore nanti!”, adalah ucapan biasa pagi hariku. Kadang dengan roti di tangan, sambil jalan, 8 menit, menuju bus.

Somehow you didn’t realize how wonderful it was, the smallest the simplest thing, up until it was all gone.

slomps:

shoutout to those people who see you fuck up real bad and just laugh with you

(via shouldnt)

This is for the dreams I have been having lately. This is for the dreams
and the series of recalled memories that I have been missing lately.

I need them to vanish, with grace. And I will fold them in place, and let them stay there for a while. Until we meet again.

Home is never a physical destination. Home is nothing more than a collection of memories that comfort us. But home is either a place nor a time period. Perhaps returning to a place that we once loved is nothing more than an indication to get back out in the world and start writing ourselves a new story. One where home travels with us, and we predict what come next. When home outgrows us, we need to find a way to become our own homes. And perhaps once we do, we will never become homesick.

-Heidi Priebe from Thought Catalog