Run away to Barcelona. Eat milk chocolate magnum bars and drink cheap champagne. Burst into charming fits of laughter whenever you get embarrassed about butchering the Catalan language. Wear denim cutoffs, Dr. Pepper chapstick, and very little else. Go dancing at 3 a.m. Whiten your teeth. Tan your shoulders. Braid feathers into your hair. Perpetually wake up with sand caught in the thin cotton sheets of your tiny bed. Listen to the Rolling Stones and kiss all the longhaired boys you can get your hands on without ever having to apologize.

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Yago Hortal

SP27, 2012

SP30, 2012

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theonlymagicleftisart:

(Scott Forbes)

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(Scott Forbes)

exceptionel:

THIS IS SO CUTE

exceptionel:

THIS IS SO CUTE

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I hate it when the only solution to a problem is ‘get a tattoo’

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This is so relatable I can’t even…

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‘I believe I’m in the mood for some coffee, would you like to join me?’
‘No, I’m never again leaving this office.’
‘Well I’m going to get some, would you like me to bring you back some form of beverage?’
‘Yes.’
‘Coffee?’
‘Yes.’
‘How?’
‘I’m easy, just get me one of those I think it’s called a fatslap-push-push-in-the-bush-consigliere-capillary-freezy-supremicious or something, extra non-decaf please. Now when the guy pours the espresso into the foamy milk please make sure that he pierces the smallest possible area of the upper foam. The result should be akin to a brown pin prick on a sea of white. Moreover, when he pours the espresso in he should do so at such a deliberate rate that the espresso and the milk, which incidentally should be foamed to no more than seventy-five percent congealment status, will not mix but rather will form two distinct levels featuring two different colors, with a great deal of wavy quantum action taking place at the border where they conjoin. Once that’s done I shall like a fair amount of cinnamon sprinkled atop of the now pierced milk. Now when I say a fair amount of cinnamon I do not mean that the entire surface area should be covered. Rather the appearance of the cinnamon should be not unlike that of a distant nebula, such appearance with which I’m sure you’re familiar. Remember, a cinnamon nebula is the goal. A cinnebula if you will. As for sugar, enough should be added to combat the inherent bitterness of espresso coffee but not so much added that it overpowers all the other competing flavors the beverage brings to the table. Also do not stir the beverage, as such a stirring would undoubtedly compromise the dual-level system I just mentioned. Instead add the sugar at a rate where each individual sugar granule will have its individual component molecules sufficiently bombarded by surrounding molecules, traveling at a high rate of speed due to the extreme heat of the beverage, as to occasion the dissolving of the granule before it reaches the bottom of the cup. Lastly, please take care to walk the drink over with minimal bipedal concussion so as not to disrupt the dual-level system. Thanks man.’
‘I’m just going downstairs to the gentleman with the newsstand so do you want from the orange-lidded dispenser or the brown?’
‘Brown.’

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abbey lee

velvetfy:

abbey lee

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Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.

- Evelyn Waugh  (via thatkindofwoman)

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