I distinctly remember connecting to this line in The Great Gatsby, but it's really just an excuse for the basic af fall photos. Don't worry, no pumpkin spice lattes.
I realized in March of 2017 that I was doing SO. MUCH. TRAVELING. Enjoy some photos of all the crazy shit I got myself into this year.
When summer vacation feels like a dream you read about in a poem.
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!
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 …