"In the end only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you."
I stopped telling myself that I’m lost.
I’m on a road with no destination, I’m just driving with hope that I’ll find a place that I like and I’ll stay there.
I’m not lost, I’m on my way.
(Source: blood--sport, via itrieditrieditried)