Nothing makes me happier than travel day-dreaming / planning and I am more wanderlustful than ever. Just thinking about pulling out my backpack and going through the hostel cards and beer labels and bus tickets and exotic candy wrappers from the last trip makes me grin. I want to not wash my hair for three days and put on the same red bandana and army pants and sleep out and take one million photographs and read indulgently. I want to get lost and forget home and write in a little café where I don’t speak the language. More than anything anything anything, wandering off would make me happy.
Pangong lake (via srini_g2003)
i’ve been feeling exactly like this lately. very restless. i think it has something to do with my imminent lockdown come september.
Because I’m tired of hearing kids born in the 90’s thinking they are old.
say what? everytime i hear someone say they were born in the 90’s, i still think GOD YOU’RE SO YOUNG.
ronenreblogs:elspethjane:urlesque:
before this became…well, the above, i really loved it and wanted a print to hang in my apartment.
never going to happen.
