(via unfortun-ate)
(via unfortun-ate)
(via unfortun-ate)
(via unfortun-ate)
I was looking at flights to Manhattan today. If i had the money, i would go on the 31st December of this year and stay out there for a few months, get a little job, preferably part time in an editing fashion magazine. I’d stay in an amazing room in a wonderful hotel with a wonderful view and travel round to every place worth seeing in New York, go out at nights and meet some really interesting people who i’ll cherish forever. But then i had to come back to reality and life sucks.