Northern Downpour
Christine, 16, Russia
10:44am greekg0ds:

Hopscotch by Variableimaginaria
10:42am nuttto:

(by kristin)
11:23am
11:22am ysvoice:



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via polonium : tamed : ysvoice : iahf-staff
11:20am 
This is exactly what I have been thinking for fucking ever. i don’t understand how people are and want to be and are happy, with their lives being so set. They talk about money and how they will need it one day and pretty much hand their life over from the day the leave school to this never ending cycle. And they constantly talk about this ‘one day’ bla bla bla. WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK. Dream, by all fucking means, dream. It is all that keeps me sane. But don’t live your life dreaming of something everyday while doing something that you have lost all interest in. I really don’t understand how people put themselves though so much unnecessary crap that they don’t want to do so that ‘one day’ fucking like half a decade, they can do something they want to do now. Do what you want now, you might not want it then. You might not even be around then. Like fuck. It’s your life. Yes, I have spent most of my childhood and even now, dreaming dreams, and escaping to my own false reality. But don’t let that be all your live is, an entire biography of your forgotten dreams. Go out and live. I mean, FUCK. Be bored if thats what you really want, but you never know what’s going to happen. So wake the fuck up. You are alive now. Take that leap, take that risk, go get fucking lost in a country you can’t even pronounce the name of right. Write that book you have written a thousand times in your head. What is the worst that can happen? You create some amazing memories? You turn 85 and have your grandchildren sitting on your knee, and you are telling them the story of that time you ended up homeless for a week sleeping on this randoms couch, who ended up being a lifetime best friend, because you took that moment of spontaneous excitement and that crazy idea and dream you had, and you fucking did it. You might be scared of those worst case scenarios, of not knowing where you are going or what you are going to do. But isn’t that the fun part? I want to get from ‘A’ to ‘B’, but I don’t want to know how, thats the adventure, that’s the exciting bit. I’m not scared of fucking up and completely losing it, I am scared of living with so much certainty. I am scared about being tied down somewhere. I am scared of having to work 5 days a week for my entire life to pay for 2 weeks a year to go on a holiday I spent 7 months planning and living in. Fuck that shit. I want to run away and live in my reality. Experiences are so much more important to me than money and security. I would much rather tell the story of when I nearly died trying to climb though forest’s to get to some little village and how I ended up living in a house made of mud for a month weaving mats for rice, than that time I got a bonus at work and could sleep easier knowing that I was more financially secure. 
7:00am akachristiannaa:

themodernexchange:

Den Långa Fredagen | Mokkasin

Glasses.
6:59am 0rcinus:

collioure by chevy imp4la on Flickr.
6:44am
6:43am starnavire:

Legs by Quiet Corners on Flickr.
6:43am