Los Angeles, CA
i’ve driven by this quite a few times before. it’s how i imagine LA to look when I close my eyes and wish myself back home in a dream.
through love coloured lenses
(Source: arabianmoon, via faux-afflicti0n-deactivated2012)
I MUST GO TO COACHELLA. MUST MUST MUST MUST MUST.
i want to go so badly (i even have a day off the following monday!)
first world problems:
- it’s probably gonna be sold out by the time i would hypothetically buy tickets
- i would also have to account for plane fare on top of festival tickets
this is literally the only reason why i hate attending university on the east coast.
just ignore me crying actual tears for how cold it is here and how warm i could be…
to fly gently over the ripples and bubbles that turn and toss in every certain direction; they and i, me and it, empowered.
i miss the beach