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18. toronto.

scbloomfield:

The wolf and the owl for one night forgot their differences and sang together under the moon. As the songs slowly ended, The wolf and the owl stared deeply into each other’s eyes and a tear of sorrow fell to the Earth. For although there was much magic in their hearts, it was their eyes that saw the Truth. She was of the Sky People and he was of the Earth Clan. And they knew this could never be.The wolf slowly turned and began to walk away with his head down in sadness. The owl flew away into the night sky, shedding tears of heart break. And that is why late at night, when you’re alone, you can hear the howls of the wolf for he looks to the moon to sing a song he shared with someone so special. And that is why in the late evenings you hear the hoot songs of the owl. For she is asking, “Who has seen the one I love”
BEAUTIFUL. I may have swooned over this story. 
 
I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, there’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now I’m writing this when I should be out there. I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out. das beschreibt meine situation einfach perfekt (via tyra-marie)

(Source: floweringo, via wesniall)