“We travel, initially, to lose ourselves, and we travel, next, to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again—to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.”—Pico Iyer (via globallyyours)
I like songs about drifters - books about the same. They both seem to make me feel a little less insane. Walked on off to another spot. I still haven’t got anywhere that I want. Did I want love? Did I need to know? Why does it always feel like I’m caught in an undertow?