Who are you, really? You are not a name, or a height, or a weight, or a gender. You are not an age and you are not where you are from. You are your favorite books, and the songs stuck in your head, you are your thoughts and what you eat for breakfast on saturday mornings. You are a thousand things, but everyone choses to see the millions of things you aren’t. You are not where you are from. You are where you are going, and I’d like to go there too.
leaving for the WhitSundays soooooooon!!! im so excited for warm, for tanning, for SCUBA DIVING THE GREAT BARRIER REEF. omg.
do you ever have those times at 4am where you get so motivated and decide to get all your shit together and then plan out your entire life and future and then the next morning you’re just like lol