I fly airplanes. Catch me somewhere between New York, the desert, and San Francisco. 23.
5 years ago I told you that I loved you. I meant it then, I meant it when I was near, far, there, here, and I mean it now. I’ll mean it forever.
“Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.” -Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad