Pulchritude

Seventeen summers of raves, lost love, vodka, and designer diamonds

I’m not mad at you for not giving a shit. I’m disgusted with myself for thinking you did.

—(1/365) by (KJ)

(Source: kjpoems, via vanesshhaaa)

Traveling- it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.

Ibn Battuta   (via exoticwild)

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