Some nights when my life feels small, I miss the places I've been that made me feel like I had taken in bits of the world with every breath. And I carry them with me everywhere and remember them when I feel lonely or insignificant or bland.

I know it's all waiting for me to come back.

-B
“I am a part of all that I have met.”
ReplyDelete-Lord Alfred Tennyson
let's run away to france together, k? :)