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21.Los Angeles.


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"Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst."
-Yara Bashraheel  (via girl-human)

That’s what I thought but I don’t think home will ever be anywhere for me. I’m a vagabond and an explorer and a conquerer and an experiencer. Maybe that’s just what I’ll tell myself to get me by because I can’t find home.


You may not
want me anymore,
but I know
just as well as
you do that your
love for me
will be a feeling
that you will never
be able to rid of.

I thought I needed to write it out because I keep saying so much in my head but I can’t get any string of thoughts together to make them of any value. My thoughts are jumbled; there is no mental focus. That must be part of why I feel so out of control.

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