But it’s about London and vagabonds (well, me) so you should still check it out!
I WAS KILLED UNDER MY ARMPIT?!
My back and shoulder….
The one on my back makes sense :/
three different spots on my stomach and my back
wow uh
someone really wanted me dead
When I was younger I had a giant red V in the middle of my forehead.
It’s gone now though so does that still count?
….my neck. >_> <_<
If true… near the center of my butt. Now that’s a disturbing thought. o_O
(via thingssheloves)
I went streaking last night.
Every Halloween, hundreds of people don their birthday suits, attempt to cover their naughty bits in shaving cream, and run around campus rubbing ourselves on all the windows we can reach for over an hour. It was awkward for about the first 30 seconds- until I realized that there was altogether too much nudity to look at any one person. After that, it was amazingly liberating.
We visited each of the 11 dorms, as well as the library. Each of the buildings had a crowd of people bent on defending the sanctity of their base and armed with water balloons, hoses, and buckets of water.
I ran with several of my friends, and we all agreed that it was possibly the most fun we’ve had at college to date. We plan on doing the Halloween run every year until we graduate, as well as all the Graduation runs.
And to think I was nervous!
(Source: fuckiminmy20s, via meginmotion)
When I see pictures like this I see myself living in that lighthouse, a garden beyond the hill and my soul mate next to me, living out my days as an author to earn money for my world travels. My kids would walk a mile down the road to catch the bus to school, but they would also take hot air balloons over the Grand Canyon. We could have a small vineyard in the Tuscany region of Italy for winter and summer getaways alike, and my kids would grow up knowing the intricacies of wine.
It’s a beautiful future, until I realize that I would need to make more of myself, to make a difference, for me to be completely happy. But knowing that I have other paths I could take soothes my worries about the future, so I keep the image tucked away inside my skull, just in case.
(via thingssheloves)
(via imaginationfiction)
There’s the English word wanderlust, but fernweh is more than “a strong impulse to wander”. It’s that, and being homesick for places you have never been; needing to go to new places, to travel.
Wanderlust comes in all languages and cultures, in many different forms, and strikes each one of us uniquely.
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Now, more than ever, I want to travel, to explore, to learn, to grow.
I love everyone here, but it seems stagnant. I thirst for new experiences, hunger for new cultures. I yearn for changes, risks, smiles, thrills, inter-language charades, hospitality, hitchhiking, swimming, sleeping in open air, loving people I have just met, becoming friends without a single word in a common language. It is powerful and growing every day.
It is Wanderlust.
(Source: simplylovelytoria)
