the traveling tales of a soulful wanderer

random badass photo of RDJr.

random badass photo of RDJr.

No wonder all the great authors of fairy tales find their inspiration here! London, the ever-enchanting

words of wisdom

words of wisdom

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For all us mermaids out there…

For all us mermaids out there…

These beautiful cactus flowers bloom ONE NIGHT ONLY out of the year, and only for a few hours. Temporal beauties, optimistic reproducers…

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Orientalism: (n.When people see me and think that I came to this country via marriage and subsequent banging of a 50-70 year old white guy, OR they envision me as some bronzed beauty (GUILTY), topless and draped in jade necklaces, with gold pins awesomely arranged in my long, luscious opium-black hair, wearing a long skirt made of silk and dragon scales…riding a narwhal or some shit…

Random Revelation #1085 en route home today

reasonstobefit:

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Round 4 of Power Plate tomorrow!

reasonstobefit:

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Round 4 of Power Plate tomorrow!

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Happy 31st Birthday to the man against whom I will compare all other men — there is NOTHING more beautiful in this world than an excruciatingly handsome (like, old-world rugged Spanish conquistador sexy) man who’s talented, passionate, humble, giving… and loves cuddly sea creatures. 

Happy 31st Birthday to the man against whom I will compare all other men — there is NOTHING more beautiful in this world than an excruciatingly handsome (like, old-world rugged Spanish conquistador sexy) man who’s talented, passionate, humble, giving… and loves cuddly sea creatures. 

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I saw this painting in the Prado museum in Madrid - it just felt like seeing an old friend, someone I once knew. There’s a family in Cuenca that I’ve never met, and yet I hold them very dear to me. It’s the strangest sensation of illusory nostalgia, but does that make my love for them an illusion as well?

I saw this painting in the Prado museum in Madrid - it just felt like seeing an old friend, someone I once knew. There’s a family in Cuenca that I’ve never met, and yet I hold them very dear to me. It’s the strangest sensation of illusory nostalgia, but does that make my love for them an illusion as well?

Source: museodelprado.es

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