Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi Prada, basic bitches wear that shit so I don’t even bother (also I can’t afford it whoops)
By the time I had a spare moment to go sight-seeing in Torino, I had already spent a whole weekend dancing. I had seen the gymnasium where the classes were, the venues where the parties were, a few streets in the neighborhood where I wandered in search of some pastries, and the neighborhood where my… Continue reading Low-key falling in love with Torino
Even if you are physically and mentally exhausted, don’t make those lame excuses. Never waste your one night in Bergamo.
Finding pieces of identity, scattered throughout the German capital like pieces of the old wall.
Instead of thinking about the shit storm that was 2016, I’m just gonna reminisce about all the cool places I got to visit! Hooray for navel-gazing oblivion!
As winter sets in, I’m still dreaming about literary icons and meet-cutes among the iconic cafes and sights of the Adriatic Coast.
Everyone knows about airport layovers. That block of time that’s usually too short for you to leave the airport and see the city you’re in, meaning you have to make do entertaining yourself with overpriced chain restaurants, books off the New York Times bestseller list, duty-free shops, and maybe choreographing a dance routine on the moving sidewalk.