Goodbyes are endings, but memories stay. Feelings last.
and my eyes, I wonder if they have a language of their own
Your life will never be the same. Travel is like a venus fly trap that sucks you in and will never let you go.
Write the date on the back of the photograph, and write what you were thinking when I took this picture of you
Love is an inconceivable joy once it is found. But it can break.
I’ve always found it to be so cool that your life crosses paths with the lives of so many others, and that even if you just know someone for a short time, you can have an effect on their life and their stories. Looking at it from this point of view makes life exciting.
when i think about the past and how much happier i was back then.
We used to laugh together
When you approached me, my first thought was, I hate his sweatshirt.
When people talk about visiting a place they might say it was awesome, or really colorful or something, but most of the time they don’t mention how their legs ached from walking fifteen miles in one day. How the seagulls called to one another or how lanterns swung back and forth overhead in the warm summer breeze along narrow foreign streets.