Can’t/won’t stop listening to this song/guy. George Ezra, “Budapest”
I should be used to the way Americans dress when traveling, yet it still manages to amaze me. It’s as if the person next to you had been washing shoe polish off a pig, then suddenly threw down his sponge saying, ‘Fuck this. I’m going to Los Angeles!’
—David Sedaris, Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls (via david)
If two people who cheated on their significant others (with each other) end up getting married, does it somehow validate the cheating or are they still terrible people? Further, am I a horrible person for assuming that it won’t work out?
I’ve become completely obsessed with this absolutely stunning watermelon tourmaline ring from Etsy. Documenting here for when I stumble upon a case of money buried in an abandoned lot OR when I when the mega-millions.