I want to go away. I want to travel and explore and just do something. I feel so flat living in a small city in a mediocre western country. I want to be moved and feel the sun burning my skin and be out of breath and know what it is like to live in other places and cry because it’s hard and cry when I have to come back and just feel things. I’m done accepting a course of life decided by others and responsibilities when I never felt like I was meant to stay in one place. I’m restless. My head goes around in circles. I wish I could disappear and start again somewhere, where no one knew me. It feels like there is an entire part of me locked somewhere inside that no one has ever seen and somehow I lost the key to that part. But I’m searching. I’ll find it.
"what will your kids think of that tattoo?"
my kids aren’t going to give 2 shits because i’m not going to raise them to be a judgmental asshole like yours did
i’m just going to reblog this over and over again until i give myself carpal tunnel