Dear Future You,
Hold on. Please.
Love,
Me.

Dear Current You,
I’m holding on. But it hurts.
Love,
Me.

Dear Past You,
I held on. Thank you.
Love,
Me.

— I Wrote This For You (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
ucanjudge:

"The place to improve the world is first in one’s own heart and head and hands."

Travel. As much as you can. As far as you can. As long as you can. Life’s not meant to be lived in one place.

texturism:

… no place like home the kitchen. nourish. | via brasstacksrva: katemonteith