Dear Stranger, welcome! I hope you really like strawberries, summer, bare feet and words. Because that's what I like. I also most likely will like you. So please, make yourself comfortable and stay.
Sometimes, I think I am.
Lost, that is. I look up, and I think, where am I in this world? In my life? In other people’s lives? I know where I am, the location, the street, but I don’t know where I am meaning in this life of mine.
And then I look up and I think You Are Here Nowhere Else, and I think I am where I want to be. I am here. That’s what counts.
(Source: immortalise-moi, via puzzleofmysoul)