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I remember we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

FAST CAR, TRACY CHAPMAN

Portland Lighthouse

I have really good memories in Maine.

lisbon, portugal ⋅ ph. mario januario

coffee shop by my house hired a new barista who is extraordinarily hot and flirts with me incessantly but she also makes the worst - and i truly mean the worst - coffee i’ve ever paid for. atrociously bad. just another of god’s little jokes

Hilda by Duane Bryers

he’s unhinged but he makes sure the crew has cake. he imagines the love of his life as a merman swimming to save him. he makes a figment of his own mind ring the bell in his imaginary inn. he’s high as shit. he’s wearing a pearl necklace with his hair in a messy bun. he ripped the ship’s wheel off after steering it into a storm. he painted a little bride cake topper to look like him. he’s crying on the floor every night. he conjured up a little pig to follow him around in purgatory. he’s thrown knives at every available surface. and have you seen his eyes. literally nobody is doing it like ed teach.

Goðafoss - Iceland (by Modes Rodríguez)

Toruń, Poland by Grzegorz Januszewicz

My love for animals is beyond anyone imagination 🥹

Fluffy traveler..