concerts, cafes, boys, dancing, bars, cobblestone, castles, drugs, exploring, hostels, trains, wine, cheese, ocean, photographs, friends, beer, sunrise, falafel, thrifting, art, parks, history, metro, biking, candles, music.
in total, i went to denmark, sweden, the netherlands, germany, czech slovakia, austria, and spain.
now i’m home. and things are quiet, like a big sigh after a long, exhilarating run. but really, now that i look back at the past four months, it all seems like one amazing dream.
I’m the inarticulate man that tries. I’m a pretty good example of true human frailty. I don’t really have all the answers, I have very few of the answers. But for some reason, somehow, I make it.
James Stewart (May 20, 1908 – July 2, 1997)
Weekend Wolves - Karma
woke up drunk, finished that paper by noon (oof). made it to the national museum to see ancient crowns and viking weapons and historical tokens of denmark..and then proceeded to barf in its pristine bathroom. later walked around square to see amazing photo exhibit by famous danish photojournalists.
now sipping hot chocolate and finally reading the last hunger games. the bar below me in bomping but i’m used to it not.
i’m used to this little life i’ve built in copenhagen. can’t believe it all ends on sunday.
Chuck Palahniuk (via rusholme)
(Source: saddest-summer)
