after another tumblr hiatus..
I’m back to my blog, Tumblr is one of those things that you try to leave but always come back to.
It’s been a busy few months, I’ve finished Flight Attendant training, managed to find an apartment in a new city and move in a week and jump straight into the jet set lifestyle that comes with a career in aviation.
It’s been a whirlwind to say the least.
But now that the dust has settled a bit I would really love to start a new blog dedicated to the FA lifestyle, and document the travels of this job. I have been working on the new page and I’ll post the link to it here when I feel its ready to share.
Arizona. You beautiful state.
The things I have seen, the places I have been, the memories I have made, have made me in the process. I am the sum of each and every part of the planet my eyes have glanced across. I am the combination of all things I have endured.
Your 20’s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time, and all the aspects of you. Tinker, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little, and never touch the ground.
January 9, 2013. Buddhist monks launch paper lanterns into the sky at a temple in Suphan Buri province. The lanterns were released during a traditional pilgrimage to pay homage to Lord Buddha and bless Thailand as it enters the new year.
nicksheck:
kummerspeck.
this is amazing — the germans have a word for when you gain a bunch of weight after, say, a breakup. the phrase is literally translated as grief bacon.
grief.
bacon.
You must imagine
the life that you wish to live,
you must believe it.
I remember this wall from Melbourne. Its the story of Christmas. Its beautiful.
This been 3 months since I last sat in the botanical gardens admiring the majestic Harbour Bridge and the regal Opera House.
I miss it every day.
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
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“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, T.S. Eliot (via numbtongue)
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We will never again be together so young
