Finally, we're here: the night we've all been waiting for! The night where a fratty Australian singing in a bar tells me he loves me in Polish.
There's something to be said for the trope of the labyrinth--confusion, discovery, loss, mystery. Theseus and the Minotaur, David Bowie's eponymous film, the various creatures of a little girl's frightened imagination. How can we find our way out of the endlessly twisting, confusing paths that life itself makes for us?
We have only a little time to please the living, but all eternity to love the dead.
The low-hanging fog had other plans. Instead of gorgeous, sun-saturated bright hues, there was a white haze and constant drizzle that made it impossible to get an 'Gram-worthy shots, but instead made the whole place feel like a magical forest of mystery and wonder.
Santa Barbara is beautiful for many reasons. Palm trees, blue skies, beaches... and of course, boys~~
Don't be like Lizzie Bennett and think your first impression is always right. Sometimes it just takes time to change your mind.
As winter sets in, I'm still dreaming about literary icons and meet-cutes among the iconic cafes and sights of the Adriatic Coast.
Today I was up just after the sun, trudging through my going-away party hangover to spend the whole day in airplanes and airports, in a state somewhere between sleeping and awake. I got to Stockholm around 6 p.m., ate dinner, then went out to meet a friend. I left a bar on the South Islands …
Time seems to have speed up since summer started--every evening is a whirlwind of picnics, art exhibits, and drinks with friends. It feels like yesterday was the first week of May, but we are fast approaching June and there is exactly one month until the end of school. I'm going to Dublin on Thursday, and …