Going, Going; Gone.
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You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden, even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone.
You’ll see one day; when you move out it, just sort of happens and it’s gone. You feel like you can never get it back. You feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. You won’t ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, for your kids, for the family you start. It’s like a cycle. I don’t know, but I miss the idea of it. Maybe that’s all family really is; a group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
Reblogged from she-whispers
“When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth.”
(Source: vn-images)
Reblogged from harajukudays
“I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then, I ask myself the same question.”
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Harun Yahya
(Source: blua)
Reblogged from speakyourthoughts
“My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.”
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John Green
(Source: thechocolatebrigade)
I will burn down this whole city just to show you the light.
Reblogged from harajukudays
“It’s the oldest story in the world. One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you’re ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.”
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Nathan Scott
(Source: magicmanula)
