I’m sorry I gave you everything I had without making sure you wanted it.

— Heavy (#418: April 21, 2014)

Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.

— Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty to Think So?   (via t-e-l-e-p-a-t-h-y)

It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Jack Kerouac (via flowerbrain)


Why is it the person that makes me the happiest also makes me the saddest?

Maybe in some other lifetime, or somewhere down the road we might meet up at the right time.

— G-Eazy (via keepupfreeup)

I’d try to explain that it’s not really negativity or sadness anymore, it’s more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can’t feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you’re horribly bored and lonely.

— Allie Brosh   (via sadfag)

I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.

— Unknown  (via wondersify)


i am happy to have met you


i am happy to have known you

但最后, 没有你我更快乐。

but in the end, i am happier without you.

— 再见 (goodbye)

If you believe in justice, surely you believe in the hereafter, because this world is not just.

— Ustadh Nouman Ali Khan (via hidaayah)