a big fat storm blew the roof off and my poor little attic bedroom suffered severely. my room was perfectly teenagery; covered in pictures and filled with vinyls, books and instrument. it was truly a relic. missing you forever xoxo
something so comforting about waking up in the room you grew up in as a kid
itโs such a familiar yet distant view, like waking up to a past life - the posters, the books, the shelves lined with stuffed animals and random trinkets
just watched this on a whim. was going through a tough time and thought it would help me, but it ended up helping me in the opposite way i thought. its heartbreaking but i think itโs important. i thought it would motivate me to have a thirst for travelling the world and experience all these things but instead it gave me the desire to fix my internal world. donโt get put off by the flashiness of whoever the fuck you follow on instagram and go to therapy. those wine bars in tuscany and clubs in rio mean absolutely nothing if youโre never satisfied. sorry for the sappiness. RIP Anthony Bourdain ๐ชฝ