I’ll never be this young again, riding a scooter through the jungle on the island of Koh Samui in Thailand, in the soft morning lights, so let that sink in. 💙
Life is great, and do you know why? Because I dare to speak on my fucking needs. Both emotionally & physically, I voice it.
In 3 days, I’m leaving for a 2 months trip through South East Asia, because I dared to say, I need to leave.
Fuck later. Fuck maybe. There’s only now-
I swear I’ve lived another life around 60-70yrs ago somewhere in America in a huge country house, snowy in December, because the heartache I get when I see a video of one is unreal
The only goal at the end of the day, is to leave.
Leave for the world, I dare you.
You’ll die alone anyway, why the fuck don’t see the world before?
Why can’t you see that?
What else are you hoping for?
“It’s okay to grieve this and to feel angry, hurt, or frustrated. You’re allowed to want more and take the time you need to heal. This doesn’t define you, and it doesn’t mean you’re doomed to repeat this pattern forever.”
-leaving this here for my future self too