I feel really sad and tired and lost today and I don’t know what to do anymore.
There are 7 billion people on this planet who I have not met,
and 195 countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Being pressured into making decisions about my future,
When I barely even know who I am
Unknown (via catfka)
and 195 countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Being pressured into making decisions about my future,
When I barely even know who I am
Unknown (via catfka)
It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via 13neighbors)
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via 13neighbors)
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