Once in awhile you stumble on places time forgot to touch and the human race has not yet had the opportunity to scar and cancer. What freedom, what perfect bliss, to find these places, breathe in their air, and leave again without a single trace of your visit.
wanderlust.
Once i’ve opened my eyes to the world, I can’t seem to stop traveling. I’ve been to so many countries, seen so many beautiful places that I only see in movies or pictures, met the most amazing people — I really don’t ever want to leave this place until I’ve seen everything there is to see!
I really fell in love with the Basque Country.
I remember in year 2 there was a girl who had literally never had a haircut so her hair was ridiculously long [imagine Rapunzel basically] and she always complained about it but her mum wouldn’t let her get it cut
So one day at recess she put an entire pack of chewed gum in her hair at the exact length she wanted it cut to.
She came in the next day with her hair cut how she wanted it and a smug grin on her face and I knew that that girl was going places.
(Source: winkingeye-alcoholsuggestion, via fatpeoplemakemehappy)
