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Woooo Hong Kong

I had grand plans of sneaking out of the airport to do a whirlwind tour of Hong Kong and at least eat an authentic Chinese meal IN CHINA but then I got off the plane and realized I feel (and most likely smell) like dinosaur poo and my eyes are literally burning with the effort of staying conscious so instead I think I’ll find a nice patch of floor to curl up into a ball and sleep like the homeless person I currently resemble. My only goals right now are to wake up in enough time to eat some noodles and get on my next flight.

I live inside my body and this is the only life I know. How can you live your life according to anyone else? Life is yours. If you believe anything is true, it’s true because you believe it’s true.

Azealia Banks

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Eating White Castle right before I get on a 8 (or more I don’t actually know) hour plane ride. I can taste the regret already.

How I Pack

Step One: Go through your closets, drawers and laundry and take out everything you want to take and place it into piles on your floor. A day later, vote half these items off the packing island. This will still probably be too much.

Step Two: Know that pouches are the shit. If you’re a crazy person like me you will have no less than 20 pouches swimming around your room and you can now efficiently segregate everything in your bag. My pouches include the following incredibly important categories:

  • Underoos
  • Things To Make Me Pretty
  • Things That Plug In
  • Shirts
  • Items That Will Help Me Not Smell Bad
  • Tiny Triangles For Water Excursions
  • Liquid-y Stuff
  • The Mysterious Pouch of Womanhood, and
  • Band-aids For When A Shark Taste-Tests My Left Femur

Step Three: Forget to buy something incredibly important but remember to buy something very awkward so that you’re forced to carry a random shaped bag through multiple airports. This is so as many people as possible can stare at you. ACTUALLY this isn’t really a step so much as a warning. Don’t be like me. Because I do this EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. Like the time I carried an enormous silver disco ball cup through the Miami, Atlanta and New York airports. Or once a giant plastic sword, or that neon painting of a cartoon bird. This time it’s a bag of hot pink bunny Peeps and I’m going to count it as an improvement.

Step Four: Clean your room. Nobody likes to come home to a tornado of random clothing you forgot you owned and the trash you never took out. HINT HINT SELF.

Hot on Hot on Hot

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freeindie:

I Am Lightyear

This sparkles.

It Beats
Home
When You’re Alone

edwardspoonhands:

liamdryden:

eligoesrawr:

No matter how long the slinky is, the bottom of the slinky will stay still (hover) until the top reaches it. Even if the slinky is over 1000 feet long.

woah

woah

edwardspoonhands:

liamdryden:

eligoesrawr:

No matter how long the slinky is, the bottom of the slinky will stay still (hover) until the top reaches it. Even if the slinky is over 1000 feet long.

woah

woah

[I]f I should wander the United States over I would never forget you nor cease to love you,” he writes. “They might pass me by all the beautiful young Ladies in the universe and they would make no impression on me for my heart is irrecoverably lost and it is yours, for ever.

from a Civil War love letter. SWOON

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