Run away to Barcelona. Eat milk chocolate magnum bars and drink cheap champagne. Burst into charming fits of laughter whenever you get embarrassed about butchering the Catalan language. Wear denim cutoffs, Dr. Pepper chapstick, and very little else. Go dancing at 3 a.m. Whiten your teeth. Tan your shoulders. Braid feathers into your hair. Perpetually wake up with sand caught in the thin cotton sheets of your tiny bed. Listen to the Rolling Stones and kiss all the longhaired boys you can get your hands on without ever having to apologize.
— (via thatkindofwoman)
Wunderkammer: We Are One
We are the human race. We are the one who sits comfortably alone in a darkened theater, and we are the one who cannot untangle the knots enough to figure who they are when not defined by others. We are the criminal and the saint; we are the villain and the hero. We are wild-eyed youth who do not…
