I want to trade my car in for a bicycle. I want to trade my city in for a city. I bought a ticket to go to Barcelona for a week in July. It's all the vacation time I could possibly take. My life is ruled by the almightly twelve hour work day. I'm trying to make up for it with chambray skirts and one-person cholera epidemics, with too much music and not enough clarity. I just wanna say something that's true.
Here's something you can actually purchase, with money, at urban outfitters:
Here are some other things that were on my desktop and are now uploaded to photobucket, which is not a real bucket:
someday I will actually attain my 100% realistic goal of being kristin scott thomas-in-the-english patient. until then i'll be here, dying in a cave.
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