Amy Winehouse- Back to Black
Recently discovered this song and fell in love with it. Her voice is thick like honey, and I love it.
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
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| — | Sylvia Plath (via backseatbanter) |
I’m seriously considering buying a ticket to Amsterdam. Hot sex and Van Gogh museum….. it’s way too tempting.
I am going to be so broke when I get home. Holy shit.
Cities I have spent more time in in the last five months than Edmonton
- Guadalajara
- Guanajuato
- Queretaro
- Puerto Vallarta
- San Felipe
- Barcelona
- London
For the confused people on my dash, Eurovision is an event where all the European countries have a musician and a song and they all battle it out like the Hunger Games. Only one will come out alive. They will become King of Europe and control the EU and everyone has to speak that language for the year until next Eurovision.
Also, so many dreams. I think my head is about to burst.
It is the strangest sensation waking up from love and passion and loss, all in one night and you have neither name nor face to remember them by.
It was beautiful, and tragic, and perfect. I remember almost nothing and I feel like something has been stolen from me. I want to go back to the pouring rain and streetlights and skin and truth that was shared. I have an emotional attachment to someone who never has, and never will exist. And though it will fade, probably within a matter of hours, right now I feel like there is something missing.
