It’s taken me almost 18 years to realize that home isn’t a place. My parents house isn’t “home”, when I crawl into bed every night I’m not “home”, my favorite spots in town aren’t “home”, all the places I’ve lived in –none of them are home. Home is your voice telling me everything’s alright and your sleepy eyes late at night. Damn. I can’t wait to come home.

She feels a lot like home (via hellobootyoverlord)

damn.

(via alexistrebitel)