Hinsley Hall, Leeds
British Museum, London. Probably my favorite museum in the world.
A little church in a little town in the Lake District.
Isla Vista - my home for the past three years. I am the person I am today because of this beautifully dilapidated oceanside community, where everyone is younger and more carefree than they will ever be for the rest of their lives. Isla Vista is a place where the music is always loud, the streets are always crowded, and the inhabitants pursue the same purely unadulterated high of living. When you live in IV, IV is the center of your universe. Nothing else matters. And that’s okay.
I am struggling to process how something so terrible could happen here. The evil that has now tainted this place. It doesn’t make sense. This situation is the definition of the word senseless. I cannot stop thinking about it, and every time I do, the same thoughts go through my mind: everything about this is wrong. This never should have happened, and how could he have slipped through the cracks, and why didn’t anyone help him, and how is our society so broken, to the point where this is referred to as the LATEST SHOOTING?
I am at a loss for words that can convey the confusion and frustration and pain. I’m shattered by this.
For those that don’t know - I sing a bit, and play.. a bit.
Give it a whirl.
Pardon the not-so-humble brag, but I snagged a pretty dreamy boyfriend. Even after two years together, he still knows how to make my heart melt. This renewed long distance situation is still sucky as ever, but being able to listen to his voice whenever I’m really missing him is such an amazing thing.
Every time I’m in London, I have a completely new experience. I had no idea that this cable car existed until I just happened to be staying in a hotel right next to it. Most locals don’t make use of it, probably because tickets costs twice as much as a standard tube journey…but COME ON. Look at that view. It’s priceless. Obviously, if you’re scared of heights, I wouldn’t recommend climbing into a little box dangling from a thin wire 90 meters above water. But otherwise, this is one of those underrated attractions that gives you a view every bit as spectacular as that from the London Eye…but for a fraction of the cost.
The plus side to English rain? Rainbows.
What I would GIVE to be back in Leeds during Christmas time.
The cemetery at Bolton Abbey.
Missing the English countryside today. Sigh.