(Source: pornub, via wax-ataraxic)
perhaps if i call the airline and explain to them that i need to return to italy for my mental health they will lower the price…?
i ALMOST pity whichever man wins my heart next because his life will be filled with so much good food that he will be overwhelmed by my cooking skillz and fall head over heels with me.
aka garlic.
the secret ingredient to love is garlic.
that is what i am saying here.
oh wow, it’s weird how much of a night owl i am. i came home from work around noon (after waking up at 6:15) and lazed around all afternoon/ napped to dr. who and then i woke up, had some saltines, worked out, booked two jobs, and planned three personal photoshoots. not only that, but i’m two seconds away from flying to florence this summer. i just need it…
If you are so frequently in love
If you prefer it all to me then my love
You go down the longest road to nowhere
You pull it apart and you’re just left there
Giddy up and gold dust, all the cars turn to rust
You’ve got no means for wanderlust….
At this point I’m kinda certain that my whole generation in the USA would expatriate if we had the money and weren’t drowning in economic squalor because look at our position.
No college means you’re underqualified so you get piss poor jobs, and yet a single bachelor’s degree either makes you…
