NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." Anaïs Nin


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If it's really love you would follow it forever even though you think I'm lost and you know better this wandering is more than filling footprints right behind me how far would you go outside the lines just to find me, letting go of anything that grounds us even though there's darkness all around us.





It became really easy to lose yourself. We live in a world where people are constantly telling you that you can't be who you want to be, no matter how much you tried. In fact, the only way to stay sane is to surround yourself with the people who care and do the things you want to do, without giving a fuck about what other people think.

You are not alone and this is not the end of your story. I closed my eyes and say “Not all who wander are lost”.