All over Europe and the U.S I have been able to manage this sort of travel quite well except in Barcelona. During our 5 days there, my best friend and I kind of got sucked into the tourist spots and couldn’t find our way out. We asked for suggestions but everyone kept pointing us in the same direction. As if we were living in Groundhog Day

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So much of the beauty in life is born from the absence of preconception. Just allowing things to be whatever they will be without projecting anything onto it. Letting this thing affect you, happen to you and unfold around you. It’s about living inside of moments. Being whoever you are inside of that moment without alteration.

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You think you’ve gone mad? Well so have I. You’re addicted to cocaine. To the rhythm. To yourself.

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The most important truth we can find is our own. It is that truth that we have to live with every moment from the second we are conscious to the second we die. It is the one that shapes our perspective and commands our actions towards others and towards ourselves.

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I spent the total of a year living in Italy before I made it to Rome. I had never thought too much about going until I was given a strange and rather exciting incentive.

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In the last three days I have counted 16 men on my newsfeed posting about Kaepernick and only one outlining the injustice of a rapist speedy release.

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As a little girl I liked doodle bears and barbies, but I adored troll dolls and mad balls and furbies. I was half in love with Beetlejuice and I dreamt of one day looking as lovely as Wednesday Addams.

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You remind us of the immense beauty one can find in simplicity and vulnerability. And from that innocence blooms a brilliant fearlessness.

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I don’t care what anyone says! Being a woman is easy! Sexism isn’t real and and the term feminism is just a flimsy soapbox for man-haters to stand on while they spew their man-hating nonsense. Don’t believe me? Well, let me convince you.

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Paris is everything the starry-eyed, six year old version of myself imagined it would be. Demure couples wandering idyllic streets hand in hand, stopping now and then to amorously brush a hand across a cheek

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