God is dead but my hair is perfect.

Barcelona, Spain

When I think about traveling, my daydreams feel like flying. The world is so big and so small at the same time. Big enough to get lost in, small enough to explore. So that you have somewhere to go but will never quite know its nature. Home is my heart, but how could I confine myself to the same 300 miles for my entire life?

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