So in love it makes me sick

You are walking goddesses. Adorn yourselves. Take the time necessary to love your body. Feed the beauty that lives in you through the portal of ritual.
― Shonagh Home  (via masturbationdestination)


Grouplove - Itchin’ On A Photograph

I’m sitting at the airport
This song comes on
I think I have too many feelings to be a real human being right now

She dances like wild fire,
Eyes painted blue
Swears New York loves her -
The Queen of the Concrete City.
I found her swaying in the wind
Palms flat, fingers spread wide -
New York knows her.
She sensed me coming;
The smell of lost hope in the air.
The sound of weak bravery.
She told me to move my hips
Just like in the movies
Said ‘baby this is New York’
‘London loves you, but baby this is New York’
― New York You’re Breaking My Heart Pt. 2, writing by m.k. (via inkstainedfallacy)

Exploding my comfort zone

But also so excited 2 leave

Man I’m not ready 4 this year and I’ve planned so little about how it’s going to go which I guess has the potential to be good or fucking terrible.
Like, the next three months we’re chilling but after that idk what the fuck I’m going to do. I’m just praying for some miracle where one of my friends will decide they want to meet up with me and backpack 4 a while but that’s not looking likely.
Teaching English for a while doesn’t sound too bad but I would probably be living in a hostel by myself and kind of hoping everything would work out fine but I don’t know how good of an idea it is to live in a foreign country by yourself humph. Shit.
I need to sleep because I have to wake up at 4 2 go 2 the airport.
So weird not seeing people for so long.
I won’t ever get over that.
This is word vomit.
Everything will probably be fine just having anxiety and can’t believe summer is over but I guess it’s been over.

10 more hours in Las Vegas.
I’m going to puke.