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coffee tastes better in Spain a simple hello is groundbreaking comfort can be a warm bed or a “like” of a picture the cold is different in the UK (you can feel it in your bones) they will always give you a knife and fork to eat a hamburger sometimes you need to eat at a Hard Rock in Lisbon to be reminded of home if you eat the bread, they will charge you 1€ crying alone in a hotel room or at a Chinese restaurant in Italy is perfectly normal never doubt the power of distance now you can never say you didn’t try just because you don’t speak the same language, doesn’t mean **** off” isn’t universal sometimes sleeping next to someone who peeled your outermost layer off is the most intimate you need to be “I’ll never see these people ever again” have pride ask me now what it is that I want I have come to loathe all brown bags and black suitcases vulnerability does not necessarily equal intimacy remember that you pulled yourself out of the sea your feet tread castles and cathedrals where thousands walked art galleries are best enjoyed alone now you understand when mom and dad don’t answer how agonizing it is write it down if you want to forget it acknowledge buried truths eat paella and shnitzel and pizza and fish and chips and don’t think go to movies at the tallest cinema slip a little on the cobblestones lay for hours on the beach then go home be humble remember reminisce teach embrace Glasgow – 1/8/15
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
3 months in Europe
coffee tastes better in Spain a simple hello is groundbreaking comfort can be a warm bed or a “like” of a picture the cold is different in the UK (you can feel it in your bones) they will always give you a knife and fork to eat a hamburger sometimes you need to eat at a Hard Rock in Lisbon to be reminded of home if you eat the bread, they will charge you 1€ crying alone in a hotel room or at a Chinese restaurant in Italy is perfectly normal never doubt the power of distance now you can never say you didn’t try just because you don’t speak the same language, doesn’t mean **** off” isn’t universal sometimes sleeping next to someone who peeled your outermost layer off is the most intimate you need to be “I’ll never see these people ever again” have pride ask me now what it is that I want I have come to loathe all brown bags and black suitcases vulnerability does not necessarily equal intimacy remember that you pulled yourself out of the sea your feet tread castles and cathedrals where thousands walked art galleries are best enjoyed alone now you understand when mom and dad don’t answer how agonizing it is write it down if you want to forget it acknowledge buried truths eat paella and shnitzel and pizza and fish and chips and don’t think go to movies at the tallest cinema slip a little on the cobblestones lay for hours on the beach then go home be humble remember reminisce teach embrace Glasgow – 1/8/15
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
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