Paris on Monday.
Lancaster, PA for a wedding.
Boston, MA for a wedding.
Juneau, AK to visit my best friend.
Monterey, CA for work.
Mexican Riviera for a wedding.
Austin, TX for a music festival.
Key West, FL for my dad’s 60th birthday.
Then I guess we’ll go somewhere warm for Christmas/New Years.
I love this guy. I’ve decided my spirit animal is a culmination of basically all types of horse-esqe beings (real or mythological) - which seems incredibly dorky, but I can think of worse obsessions. I’ve had the luck & pleasure to fulfill nearly every young girls dream of owning a horse, a love that stemmed from a unicorn fascination (yes, I know) and all things related to the sea. Add a passion for learning everything I could about the brain (via a a minor in neuroscience), psychology (my major and another life long love) and its roots in Greece, just about anything Greek mythology related (since it’s awesome) and well - out comes a Hippocampus.
When I day dream about getting another tattoo - something I’m not sure I want, just yet - a Hippocampus just seems fitting.
xo
[Warning: TLDR]
Tonight on Twitter I stumbled upon Julia Allison’s NY Post op-ed titled “A warning to a new generation of women — don’t let ‘Sex and the City’ ruin your life.” (Co-written with her friend Julia Price.) At first I was like “huh,” and then I skimmed it and was like “UGH,” and…
Mariana lit a cigarette. Her eyes shone a dreamy gaze across the horseshoe bar, at seemingly, nothing. Not even a barroom full of jovial conversation and proclamations could disrupt her thoughts.
“There must be more to this.”
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