Simple Is Better
I was so close to my happiness. I was feeling, touching and hugging it. I was so fucking happy. It felt like ‘Damn that’s my home. I should be here for the rest of my life.’ But I’m not there anymore. Where am i? Why doesn’t it feel like home anymore? Where are my sunny days? And the rainy ones? Where is the feeling of the grass in my feet right through the morning? Why did I had to go away? Why can’t I be there? There’s so much I need to feel yet. Please don’t make me go away because I felt true happiness. The one that you literally would fight for until you die. I could go away without you, but I can’t because you are you and without you I can’t complete my fucking happiness.


i want to be a mushroom because they’re cute and can also be poisonous

(via to-be-everything)