It’s become a thing for me. Heading to the mountains of Sapa Vietnam for my birthday
Purple Haze
Barista of Bad
grinding up life’s bitter moments into something good.
stalker
Compared to Chicago where i heard gunshots out of my window on a regular basis, China is safe, that is, unless you are attempting to cross a street: the traffic is insane. The school has guards, police are everywhere and the airport has its share of soldiers. But still, I have a stalker. Relax. He’s six and eagerly wants to […]