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The heaviness you feel of a life you choose by yourself makes me want to scream sometimes.
Like how did it get so pathetic
Why can’t I just run free through the woods and over deep green meadows. Why can’t I swim in silent mountain lakes. Why can’t I sit still and listen to the waves telling me their story’s or see the moonlight on my skin.
Why do I have to be part of this system in order to survive; and only live on the weekends or at two weeks per year when I’m on holiday.
Why.