A travel poster by Richard Friese done in 1928/1929. I think...
There has been drama and frustration and it’s rained a bunch, but I’ve loved every moment of being here. Even the parts that weren’t so fun. I love this place so much and I don’t want to go home at all. I just want to stay here, live here, hell I’d become a citizen. It’s beautiful, it’s alive, it’s better in my eyes. And I’ve been able to be away from everything at home that were driving me crazy. This has been the best experience ever. And I don’t want to go home, I just want some of my stuff and then a place to live. I think I’d rather live in Dresden however, than Berlin. Dresden was beautiful and full of amazing history. I feel so comfortable here. Not where I live back home, but here in a totally foreign country. I feel at home here more than at my home. Does that make any sense?
I’m moving here either for college or after college. Or why not just…screw college?
Germany is wonderful. I love it.
Laccaria amethystina - Violetter Lacktrichterling by Claude@Munich on Flickr.
(by oscarW.)
Only three weeks left and then:
Editors, Apparat, Ben Klock, Boys Noize, Calvin Harris, Chase & Status, Crystal Castles, Cut Copy, Digitalism, Gui Boratto, José González, Junip, Little Dragon, Loco Dice, Miss Kittin, Modeselektor, Patrick Wolf, Paul Kalkenbrenner, Robyn, Roman Flügel, Siriusmo, The Naked and Famous en White Lies.
Melt! Festival 2011
I. Just. Can’t. Wait.
Entrevista a Johnny Christ para la Metal Hammer Alemania en el backstage del Rock AM Ring // Johnny Christ for Metal Hamer Germany at the Rock AM Ring
Neuschwanstein by ivan.pertica on Flickr.
the travellers - III by M 65
SOPHIE.
YOU LIKE AMERICA / GERMANY AND ENGLAND / GERMANY.
YOU’RE MY SOULMATE FOR LIFE.
HUG ME BROTHA.
A travel poster by Richard Friese done in 1928/1929. I think this is advertising for one of the Rhineland train routes that crisscross south-western Germany.
Something about hotels...
SO, we get back to the hotel on the night of his sisters wedding, drunk of course…and we fool around and laugh and wrestle and have a penetratingly good time until I have a few orgasms and then we went to sleep cuddling as always…even though I’m pumping serious sexual heat. What a keeper, this man is.
The following morning, I awake to quite a stiff one pushing up behind me. All he had to say was “it’s my turn now…” and I knew I was in for a fucking and a half.
Morning sex is, and will always be, my favorite.