I crave adventure. I crave the mountains. I crave the smell of trees and flowers. I crave the sun beating down on my neck. I crave your hand in mine.
Let’s go.
it depends on what you’re holding on to, my love. i’d say most of the time it’s worth it. but when you realise you’re running out of air, let go. anchors only take you to the shipwrecks at the bottom of the ocean.