longlivethequeen:

theoriginofstars:

(via loveyourchaos)

I love driving past by houses/apartments,even more so when I manage to catch a glimpse of life inside. This may seem downright freaky (you could use the less friendlier moniker i.e busybody) but I find comfort as the images start to become a blur,mixed in together with the shades from the trees and sky and cars. The familiarity of the hum-drum routine in the house makes me feel safe ; (that even without the slightest clue as to what’s going on in that strangers life) there are tons of other people in this world having to go ‘bout their lives,putting all thoughts and worries that scurry in their little mind to a halt.