I don't know who the fuck I am.


“The horses suddenly began to neigh, protesting
Against those who were drowning them in the ocean.
The horses sank to the bottom, neighing, neighing.
Until they had all gone down.
That is all. Nevertheless, I pity them,
Those bay horses, that never saw land again.”

– Boris Slutsky (via observando)

“I want to stop running away from everything.
I want to find something to run toward.”

– Hannah Harrington, Saving June (via katisque)