Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy.Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories (via theflowershop)
(Source: larmoyante, via hotchocolate-in-bed)
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: emmawilleatstars, via coffeeinthemountains)