tipotto:

When I look at you
Oh, I don’t know what’s real
Once in a while
And you make me laugh
And I’ll see you tomorrow
And it won’t be long
Once in a while
Then you take me down
Then you walk away

(via teenageclone)

Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.
Freedom.