timesnewromance asked: a bit random, but i was just wondering if you live in LA? I loved your tattoo and I am looking for a good place to get mine & was wondering if you had suggestions!
I’m sorry I don’t live in LA. I got my gramaphone bouquet in West County St. Louis in a guy’s basement. A friend referenced me to a non-licensed artist there. It was scary walking into someone’s house and heading downstairs, but they had a good setup down there and the artist was obviously amazing. I wish I knew more of the LA area to help reference. Thank you for the compliment though!
Old Town Square in Warsaw. My new favorite place. Comere with me? (:
i feel like marie antoinette got married here… but that can’t be right.
i love it here in poland.
Poland
poland in ONE WEEK. so many people say “why poland?” but the closer it gets, the more i see and research of it, the more i say “why not poland?”
i spent six months freaking out about this decision, and now i couldn’t be more excited and ready to jump on a plane. for some reason, i know that my future is in poland. not that i will be there forever, but that a lot of what i need to do with my future will be revealed there.
also, can’t imagine all my mentors saying nicer things about me. ugh. my godmother (who now lives in austria) handed me some euros so that i can get something to eat during my long layover in dusseldorf, germany, and turns to the man who will be my boss for the next three months and says “take care of our girl, and at least consider giving her back to us. we know you’ll want to keep her once you find out you’ll never find another girl with such grace.”
the woman barely speaks to me and i’ve actually felt really discouraged by things she said to me in the past (and written posts about it), but this… awh man.
the worst part is when
the worst part is when there’s someone that wants to be with you but you can’t seem to make yourself good enough to deserve them.
the only thing i find really hard about living in this town is having no one really know who i am. i’m used to hometowns with people that know everything about me down to my heartbreaks, my failings, and every last detail of my period.
everyone wants to buy me a drink, but they don’t want to talk about my faith or my family or my future (sorry about the unintentional alliteration there). it’s all about pop-culture and the fact that i have a “good taste” in music, movies, and books. what does it matter? it’s all opinions. i want to talk about life experiences, but everyone freaks out at the turn of that page.
i’m horribly awkward, unwitty, and most of my jokes don’t have punchlines, but that’s ok cause i can rock some eyeliner and tell you my opinion on kurt vonnegut.
if yerr all alone, bring overr yerr bones and pay me anyway ya want to.
reasons why i am not looking for a boyfriend.
i’d rather have a million friends.
i have many life adventures i need to go on.
i’d rather eat fries and pizza.
i’m still too busy falling in love with jesus.
so why can’t we just be friends?
