Sophia, 15, Canada. Inspirations include travel blogs, life,  and strawberry cheesecake.

***used to be 1dlittlebigthings***

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b00ts-and-pants:

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Wanderlust, Travel Dreams and Strong Desires

      Wanderlust. Defined by the Oxford Dictionary as ‘a strong desire to travel.’ Is also used by white girls everywhere to exemplify their uniqueness and how ‘different they are from all the others.’ A word I must admit currently adorns the title of my blog.

     Travel has both fascinated and terrified me from a young age. Growing up in a family of immigrants, stories of foreign countries and unique customs were a dinnertime favourite, and no Canadian holiday was complete without my mother remarking how different it was for her growing up in Germany, in France, in Portugal. 

      I spend my summer days in a vast room with beautiful, unique art lining the walls, and yet the only thing I can think about is how I much I want to leave, how much I want to see what else is out there. Maybe it’s because I’m the only one who works here, and more often than not I’m alone save for the smelly old lady in the room next to me, but hey, that’s irrelevant. Right?

       I want to travel so bad it hurts; I lie awake at night dreaming of distant lands and googling the price of a one way ticket out of here. I listen to stories of travels with wide eyed wonderment and jealousy, and stalk travel blogs like it’s my day job.

      Hopefully my time will come (please oh please oh please), and I will one day become the one with a passport stamped full of distant lands, the one who starts every other sentence with the words ‘I remember this one time I was in…’, and has a tool belt stuffed full of new languages, life lessons, and unique stories. Until then I brand myself a ‘professional dreamer’, and will continue to google the prices of plane tickets, badger both my parents and teachers about how best to make these dreams come true, and buy numerous travel books and adorn them with sticky notes, dreams, and dog ears. 

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radgoku:

i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross

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miyozuzu:

Dad called and told me to go check the sunset