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You are beautiful. You can do anything.
This made my week, thank you. It’s been hell. |
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You are the first blog I ever followed, and the reason I got tumblr. Literally made an account because I spent hours going through every page of your blog and I needed to follow you. Two years later, I still love your blog. It is perfect.
After all these years, I’m still not used to these messages. It makes me cry, because all these posts are all my secrets. Thank you. |
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Seriously: do you have a boyfriend?
Seriously: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA (niall) |
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Do you have a boyfriend?
I don’t have boyfriends, I have constants. |
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How many countries have you visited? I heard you're a wanderslut. I want to be part of it... but I don't know the minimum number of countries.
I’ve been to, I believe, 52 countries by wanderslut standards. They have their own list of “countries”. (They recognize the UK as 4 separate ones, they do not double-count overseas territories like the Cayman Islands, no Vatican City, Taiwan is not “China”, etc.) I’ve been more than 52, not counting my home country and airport stops, but the society counts at least 5 nights. The Wandersluts are pretty intense. If you pass the 50 countries and if your cumulative travel days are past 1825, you can be invited by a member. I’d invite you if I had that privilege. I’m still an unofficial because I need to hit 55. |
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Update tinyaquarium, why don't ya? :)
Hi guys. Thanks for all the messages telling me to write. I’m not a writer, but I imagine that a writer’s biggest lie is: I will write more right now. All the listless traveling makes me too bored/lazy/listless to write nowadays. Here’s what I started writing (I will write more, maybe tomorrow.):
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have you ever made a mess out of something beautiful? did you do it on purpose? do you ever get so caught up in living that you forget to live?
Yesterday, I was called the girl that always gets away. I smile at them, I break them, I break up with them, and then they’re standing in the airport, hands full of promises, crying. That’s the side effect of traveling - the girl that always goes away, the girl that is bored as fuck. My life answers your questions: yes I have, on purpose. I get so caught up in living, I forget what I do to people and then I remember that they might be reading this. |
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What's your type? I think you're the kind of girl bad boys like.
My exes are strong, silent types - the really good liars, hiding the most unspeakable suffering. I’ve had my share of bad boys, and I get bored easily. They are too easy to read, and they aren’t as broken as they seem. |
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What is your facial cleanser? Moisturizer? Sunblock? I'm just curious!
I’ve been getting too many of these questions lately. Why, anons? I don’t use any of those things. I use soap and shampoo. I’m like a hairless boy with really expensive lingerie. Haha. |
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