"It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you."

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: gordftw, via seattleiscalling)

"Ezra Koenig in the streets, Alex Turner in the sheets"

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The Normalization of Cat Calling.

politicalsexkitten:

So I went to the library before meeting up with my friend, and walking down the street a couple blocks, to the subway, then another few blocks to his place, I was already approached by 5 men in the creepiest way possible.

#1 was at the library, and tried to use that “can I borrow your phone to…

theunimaginables:

On a scale of North Korea to America, how free are you tomorrow night?

(via sundaydragons)

I just skyped with my Italian host family! I was wearing the cat shirt they gave me and Ele was wearing the bracelet I gave her :) We’re going to skype again soon and next time they’ll finally meet my family—who all left for Vegas without me btw. They mentioned how I could come back to au pair for them again next year and how in 10 years time Ele is going to become my au pair ;)
This was all such an incredible experience; I can’t believe how it even started and how quickly it ended. Last year I never would have thought that I’d be working as a live-in nanny in Italy or that I’d spend a week in Spain with a really cool girl I met in Rome. I met some really cool people in general from all over the world—especially youuu Mireya ;) although we’re both from California hahah.
Life is so crazy :))) which is exactly why I’m not sure of I’ll go back to my host family next summer. What if I wind somewhere else unexpected? Who knows where I’ll be in a year. Because I sure as hell don’t. What if I end up spending the whole summer in Korea? Or on a service trip to India? Or even au pairing in Paris? And if I go back to Rome, all of the friends I made there would be gone by then…but I love my host family so much and I want to continue to be a part their lives. I think of Ele and Giacomo as like my own siblings. Ahhh I guess we’ll just have to wait and see!
On another note, one of the guards of my host family’s apartment complex died from a motor accident recently. His name was Fabio and I remember him because it was part of my morning & evening ritual to say hi to the guards whenever I left the house. Obviously I didn’t know him well (I didn’t even know his name until today when Marcella told me) but his smile and friendly “ciao” were part of my everyday life in Rome. Rest in Peace Fabio.