that time i went to europe and became a jelly donut, berlin;

{berlin: weihnachtsmarkt [christmas market, alexanderplatz],  siegessäule, smiling through the sickness @ brandenburger tor in my toadstool hat, the aforementioned currywurst restaurant} *and then i sort of kind of made it to berlin, exceeeeeept the whole part where the next flight to berlin would have been four days later, as in the day after i hypothetically left […]

that time i went to europe and {sorta} lived to tell the tale, dublin;

   {somewhere around st. stephen’s green. too jet-lagged to remember exactly, since i had just had at least four cups of aer-lingus coffee and eight aer-lingus cookies by this point, tbh} i’m about to be that twat. i’m about to talk about my post-grad trip europe without being annoying, except totally being annoying. you know […]

my new york city itinerary;

get on lovely double decker bus to nyc. get “crunk” off of kombucha tea. choke down the delicious vinegar-y taste of said kombucha as you indulge in some good teen fiction. get incept-a-grammed by your favorite bros from high school as you down a veggie burger and watch portlandia. prance across brooklyn with aforementioned bros. […]

do the dance;

                                        –via "dance, when you’re broken open. dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. dance in the middle of the fighting. dance in your blood. dance when you’re perfectly free."                        -rumi