#darc academia

[alex-a-roman]

Maybe home is a word we made up To trick ourselves into believing That we belong somewhere; Or maybe home is a suitcase we drag around, Stuffed with memories that never quite fit. My head spins with all the places I could run to - A cabin in the mountains, a flat in Paris, A house by the sea... But every place only reminds me That I'll always be a stranger in this world Roaming, searching, loving, Hating eveything! Nothing and nowhere ever feels right And there is no home within me.

~ A. A. Roman

[elenastrawberry]

did some selfs

http://instagram.com/elenastrawberry

[dimidesan]

Nothing ever ends poetically.

It ends and we turn it into poetry.

All that blood was never once beautiful.

It was just red.

[greeksblog]

Little words can mean

death or life sometimes.

[crazybeann]

according to richard you are either homosexual or camillasexual, there is no in between

[fettfleisch]

feel free to reblog

© Soeren Baptism

@soerenbaptism (instagram)

www soerenbaptism com for more

[softlovexx]

[art-literature]

"Eğer mutlu olmak istiyorsanız bu kolay. Başkaları kadar mutlu olmak istiyorsanız bu imkansız çünkü biz; başkalarını, olduklarından daha mutlu sanırız"

~ Montaigne, Denemeler