Not built to behave.
“Running away was not like it was in stories. People did not try and stop you. They did not give chase. The thing people didn’t understand was that you had to decide what you were running away from. Most of the time it wasn’t mothers or fathers or monsters or villains; most of the time you were running away from that little voice inside your head, the one telling you to stay where you are, that everything will turn out all right.”
— Robert Dinsdale, The Toymakers
“I’m a romantic at heart. I want to wear flowers in my hair and lacey shorts around my thighs, have a kitten called Cupcake and chase the bumblebees together in a field of daffodils stretching as far as the eye can see. She gets called a rebel, with her red lipstick and leather jacket, more rings in her ears than around her fingers. She drinks wine straight from the bottle, listening intently as I tell her about my dreams, before she relays her own about ditching our grey town in a pick-up truck, and… I think we go quite well together.”
— Yasmin Ali
“i want to run away. it’s not that i hate this place, or that something particularly horrible has happened. i feel the never ending need to go and run and see new things and breathe different air. i feel the need to go somewhere where i know nothing and learn absolutely everything about it until it could be my hometown. i want to go start over and find new friends and new family. maybe, sometime after all that, i’ll come back here. maybe i’ll apologize for leaving so abruptly without any goodbyes, and maybe i’ll find my old friends and we’ll catch up. but, in all honesty, if i leave, that’s it. even the people that would miss me will slowly move on and will probably hate me for leaving without a word. this place wouldn’t be the same when or if i ever chose to come back. it would never feel like “home” again. but maybe that’s okay.”
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Just a break
