Nike - Make it count.
04/09/2012
03/30/2012
03/30/2012
New icon: Me on the left with my Danish host brother, Tore, in Berlin, Germany for a weekend family vacation. We rode bikes the whole time and ate wienerschnitzel.
03/23/2012
Cafe in Tokyo that also shows hammocks. The place is called Mahika Mano and they have a time limit of 90-120 minutes. Perfect time for a nap, if you ask me.
03/20/2012
A magical spot and great view over Kandy. More info: The Buddha of Gnome Mountain
(via resistapathy)
03/19/2012
03/13/2012
Viðareiði, Faroe Islands, Færøerne (by Carsten Fonsdal Mikkelsen)
03/03/2012
Legend has it that a young princess fell in love with a peasant boy who her father wouldn’t let her marry. The princess would still sneak out with him, but her father found out and forbade her to see him ever again. When she went to tell him that they couldn’t see each other anymore, the two of them hugged each other and cried. Their tears formed this lake. The green side came from the girl, because her tears were green like her eyes. The blue side came from the boy’s blue eyes.
(Source: wish-to-travel)
03/03/2012
Saint Miguel - Azores
03/03/2012
03/03/2012
03/01/2012
The Sun is Up
I’ve reached the point of my night when I begin to feel unencumbered by the reality set forth by strict perception. There is a strange perception one develops when you lay in bed and, suddenly, you’re on your knees with excitement. When you find yourself in the embrace of a down comforter yet alert at 5:30 in the morning it’s difficult to embrace. It feels more like Christmas morning as a child when the excitement and ‘difference’ outweigh sleep or the need to feel properly confined in routine. This ‘difference’ is what I hope to define by my experience as I begin with rambling specifics of which we all must undoubtedly know. Within this difference is the need to become active and gesticulate wildly, laughing as you swing your arms amid an empty room. ‘Difference’, in that normal course of action would entertain a calm dreamscape through which we hope to quietly slip through. But, no, this is entertainment out of sheer joy and revelation that manically resounds with your own quirky bravado. Mine happens to be filled with words and stories; others with paints, and others, still, with late-night peculiarities. So then, this ‘difference’ - that would be where I am now, in anticipation of a dawning sun.
02/27/2012
we hide ourselves in a constant Carpe Diem
(via escoltaelsilenci)
