Obsessed,

Currently dipping “Bran Sticks” into my freshly opened jar of smuggled peanut butter. Addictions are my favorite; can’t imagine needing anything more. Italy is beautiful and everything I needed it to be. Smells just like Spain: a mix of wet trash, urine, and carcinogens. I’m in love. I could tell you about my flight, but I dove head first into my bag of medicinal trail mix and there was no turning back. AND I had quite the to-do list for the plane, high ambitions to learn Italian, listen to podcasts, journal, be a REAL fucking person. but then I got high. I promise to tell you actual things once I'm done being (dis)orientated at all times. love you all. more than you'll ever need to know.