All Arrows Point Home

loudmouthed:

WHY would you want weed socks where you gonna wear those?? to church???? to school? to work? no you’ll wear them at home by yourself and take pics of them for the internet bc there’s little marijuanas on them

(via distraction)

When I think of home, I get sad. For many reasons I guess. For the friends that are there, and the life that I’ve known. For the memories I’ve built, and the fun that I’ve had. But I also remember all the pain, sadness, anger, and heartbreak I have felt. The feeling of betrayal, rejection, and loneliness. Here, in Germany, with my second family, I feel so peaceful, so loved, and so happy. Sure, I get stressed, and frustrated, and have bad days. But we all do. The thing is, I know that no matter what, these people, my host family, will always hold me close and welcome me. Hell, they even introduced me to a large part of their extended family. They have called me son, they have called me friend, they have called me brother. This is what I long for. A new start, and people/friends that love me. I don’t want to go home.

There is a hell, believe me I’ve seen it. There is a heaven, let’s keep it a secret

I don’t ever want to leave Germany. I want to stay here. I actually feel loved and accepted here. I have met so many people that have been welcoming and kind to me. Maybe it’s because I’m an “exotic foreigner”, but I honestly feel that it is because they genuinely like me. I don’t know. But this is the best I have felt in a long time, and I really, really don’t wanna come home. I hope these next two weeks go by very slowly