Someones Memories

One Day We Will All Become Someone's Memories

Maybe

One day I might be able to stop thinking, and over thinking. Maybe I’ll take a deep breathe without fear that it may be the last one.

One day my dreams won’t be over ferocious waves in rolling oceans. They’ll be of me emerging on the sand victorious. Having found a home in which I belong.

gpunicaa:

"You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood."

-Junot Diaz

(via itscotugno)