& her tragic flaw was her romance with all she saw

The grass is greener on the other side, or so I try to believe. This belief restricts me from reaching any sort of equilibrium, or better said, any level of satisfaction. But this belief makes life more worthwhile; it leaves no room for stops or settling. Ambition, a closed heart, an open mind, and an unnamed path... that's all this is.
Oh, and sorry, I'm too well-rounded for a theme, lol.

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change. Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness  (via ohhhkat)

(Source: whyallcaps.us, via celestialburst)