The road will always take you somewhere else.

Love on love.

I have this habit of falling so deeply in love with everyone and their quirks. I can also fall out of love with them, the more time I spend with them and find their personality to be annoying.

Yet…it seems there is no in-between for me. I either love someone or I haven’t met them yet. 

Or, you know, they just bug the hell out of me and I don’t like them anymore. ._.

I would like to be known as an intelligent woman, a courageous woman, a loving woman, a woman who teaches by being.

Maya Angelou  (via sorakeem)

Thoughts About Work:

I see more fire and passion in the eyes of a room full of depressed adolescents than I do in the eyes “normal” every day people. 

I see more fight and desire and love in the hearts of people who are still figuring out how to love than in the hearts of those who have “lived and learned”.

Sometimes, I just don’t understand.

I am most lonely

when I have an apartment to myself, with netflix, sunlight streaming through my window and my curtains billowing gently in the wind, and a good book. 

Things that should make a person so content. Things my introvert heart feeds upon…

Such things make me so terribly lonely because I want to share them with someone who sees the same magic I see…or will at least appreciate it.