Officially on the coast. I’ve never arrived in LA with such a heavy heart before in my life.
Saying goodbye is hard.
One more official goodbye left this week.
oh jesus
last night when I took out my phone to send off texts around midnight, I realized that I am now officially on a three hour time difference with NYC.
how the fuck does anyone do pacific?
help me. I’m not ready for the west coast.
what do you mean I’m not a three hour flight away from new york?!?!
:(
Krzysztof Kieslowski’s Three Colors trilogy: Trois couleurs: Bleu, Trzy kolory: Bialy, Trois couleurs: Rouge.
Bialy is one of my favorite films of all time.
(via oldfilmsflicker)
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Martina of Danny Rose
This and my favorite Simpsons line ever,
“Hey baby, welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.”
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IAH
The last time I was at this airport,
- I was moving to New York
- I was talking to the love of my life
- I had my laptop, dslr, jewelry stolen
- I had, for a brief moment, left my phone in the car that dropped me off and was panicking, but managed to call it from a payphone to retrieve it
- I had no fucking idea what was coming ahead. It was Summer of Karen.
My wise friend Mayra put everything into perspective yesterday for me. I’m ready!
^_^
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