Wanderlust!

Tripoto

Have that insane calling to travel? Suffering from "Fernweh" – an ache for distant places, a craving to travel! Follow your heart. Trust strangers. Love the unfamiliar. Search for questions and not answers. Lose control willingly. Begin that long journey of finding yourself in this web of the world. 

Photo of Wanderlust! 1/9 by chix on board

Waking up to the same routine day in and day out,
Like clockwork my life seemed to pass me by,
I would gaze at sunsets on my desktop wallpaper or at art galleries,
And wonder where they were taken.
But life’s taken a new turn,
And maybe someday my pictures will adorn the walls in someone else’s home. 

Photo of Wanderlust! 2/9 by chix on board

Be fearless
in pursuit of
what sets your
soul on fire!

Photo of Wanderlust! 3/9 by chix on board

She walked the borders of the river, feeling as dreary and mysterious as the woods around her.

But it was what she saw before her that changed everything.

Photo of Wanderlust! 4/9 by chix on board

In the midst of our lives,
we must find the magic
that makes our soul soar! 

Photo of Wanderlust! 5/9 by chix on board

Find solace in chaos

Photo of Wanderlust! 6/9 by chix on board

You were born with wings,

Why prefer to crawl through life?

Photo of Wanderlust! 7/9 by chix on board

Sometimes you'll just be too much woman. Too smart. Too beautiful. Too strong. Too much of something. That makes a man feel like less of a man, which will start making you feel like you have to be less of a woman. The biggest mistake you can make is removing jewels from your crown to make it easier for a man to carry. When this happens, I need you to understand, you do not need a smaller crown

Photo of Wanderlust! 8/9 by chix on board

I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself-as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes.The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself

Photo of Wanderlust! 9/9 by chix on board

Of all the books in the world,

the best stories are found 

between the pages of a passport!

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