perpetual travellers

It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, ‘I want to go home.’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist. I felt that. Still do. I’m never completely at home anywhere.
— 

Danzy Senna

(The most perfect quote I’ve ever read about traveling, this is how I perpetually feel.)

Maybe happiness comes from being a perpetual student, or travelling the world, or creating a home, or starting a movement. It is not identical for all, but can be just as valuable in each form it takes.

the most amazing feeling in the world is when someone says or does something that shows just how deeply they’ve gotten to know and understand you, especially when they do it super casually

like this one time my best friend and I were out getting ice cream kind of late at night, and she was talking about how she thought she’d found her dream home. then she paused and told me about how she couldn’t really imagine me as a house person, but envisioned me as a sort of perpetual traveler with a cozy book-filled apartment that I’d always have to come back to. she called it my perching place.

I’d never told her about that, but it was exactly how I’d always pictured my future life looking. and I don’t know, I just felt so known and understood in that that I could all but feel my heart expanding with how much I loved her.

pay attention to people. learn to understand them. it means so so much. 

Tagged by @dauphinedolphin thanks for thinking of me :)

1. Five things you will find in my bag/backpack

- At least one granola or fig bar for breakfast on the go (usually gone by 2 pm)

- An umbrella that’s still wet somehow within a Walmart bag

- A perpetually half empty travel hand sanitizer labeled “Stress Relief”

- Wallet and student ID because I rely on students discounts everywhere

- Shitloads of gum

2. Five things you will find in my bedroom

- An ungodly amount of fancy stationery, bulk pens and pencils

-  Wax melter/Candles: probably lit because I’m forgetful. 

- Earbuds that only the right one works anymore but I don’t have the heart to throw out because “I might need it”

- Tubes of chapstick sandwiched in a crevice between the carpet and the wall

- Polaroids from my antique camera, planes tickets and inspirational photos plastered on a vision board.

3. Five things I’ve always wanted to do in life

- Sing on a stage with friends

- Speak more than 10 languages (Basics only and retain them)

- Build a confidence to wear whatever pleases me

- Get my own place

- Be a hamster mom

4. Five things on my to-do list

- Get a job as a pharm tech

- Picnic and lay out in the sun for summer

- Baby foot to shed my foot skin like a literal lizard

- New shoes hopefully.

- Tattoo

5. Five things people may not know about me

- I’m a teacher's pet kind of gal

- I cry much more than the average person

- I write romantic poetry but don't show anyone because it’s garbage.

- I have to sleep with someone/pillows next to me if not I can’t sleep from fear of the open.

- I’m a sucker for hippie type things. Vegetarian/vegan food, flower decorated items, baggy clothing, thoughts on psychic tendencies, not obsessed but fascinated.

I tag @missesmarionette @tower-of-terror @yinyangknightomega @v-psyche and anyone who wants to expose themselves

anonymous asked:

Pitch: Luke skywalker but he kisses han solo's face a lot (I am DRUNK)

“Han.”

Nope. Nope. Han buried his face further in his pillow, and started counting slorks. It probably wouldn’t help him get to sleep any faster, but.

“Han!” Luke hissed thirty slorks later, and there was a faint thud. Han resisted the urge to turn and look, because that way lied madness. Madness and still having this headache when he woke up.

Han Solo.”

Luke’s voice was right beside his ear, and Han startled upright. After a minute of squinting at the dark, he picked out the shadowy form of Luke, crouching beside the bed like a demented fengla, and he groaned. “Oh, for the love of—kid, please go to sleep. Please. I am begging you. Because I have to be up in six hours to face her Worshipfulness, and I would give almost anything not to do that with a hangover.”

“What do you think about circuit multiplexers?”

“I don’t,” Han sighed, falling back against the pillow. “I think about normal things, like where the next meal’s coming from, and whether that girl at the end of the bar will give me her comm link.”

Though honestly, it’d been a while since there’d been a girl at the end of the bar. He’d thought the medal would make it a sure thing, but he was somehow always busy chasing after Luke, or distracted by some argument with the Princess. (Leia, though the idea of calling her that made him feel unsteady and hot, stupidly adolescent. He liked Your Worship, he could spit it out with a smirk, and she’d bristle, and he could go on breathing.)

“I think about circuit multiplexers,” Luke volunteered thoughtfully.

“You’re a very special farmboy, all right.” It was times like this Han missed Lando. Lando was a fun drunk. There had been that night on Lothol…  

“Yeah, but the thing about circuit multiplexers is—”

(You’d think those mystic Jedi powers might have some practical use, Han thought, eyeballing the ceiling. He appreciated the ceiling, it wasn’t currently trying to tell him about the intricacies of circuit multiplexers. What’s the point of moving shit with your mind if two beers puts you under the table…)

“Han, pay attention,” Luke said, poking Han’s shoulder.

“I’m paying attention, buddy.”

“No, you’re muttering to yourself.”

Oh. “I will pay you to let me go to sleep.”

There was a long pause, and Han thought maybe Luke’d taken him at his word (which was great, Luke was welcome to all thirty-three measly credits in Han’s account, if Jabba hadn’t gotten there first.) At least until Luke said softly, “I know you like us more than money. You blew that one when you came back to help with the Death Star.”

Han felt the corner of his mouth twitch traitorously. “Don’t go getting ideas, farmboy. Maybe I like you equal to money, but that’s generally when you’re sober and not talking x-wing mechanics to me at oh-three hundred.”

Luke made a soft noise that Han suspected was a laugh. Then the shadowy outline of him shifted, and for a minute Han hoped beyond hope he was headed back to his bed—

It wasn’t…a bad kiss. It wasn’t even really a kiss, just the warm press of Luke’s lips to the corner of Han’s mouth, one hand flat on Han’s chest as though to anchor himself, as though the kissing wasn’t enough. (He smelled of weak beer and the recycled O2 they pumped into the cantina, and the fringe of his hair almost fell in Han’s eyes, because Han hadn’t shut them, his brain stuck in a loop of what—wait, what?

Luke lingered there for a moment, then made a pleased noise and pulled away. “I know you like us better than money,” he repeated. It sounded like he was smiling. 

By the time Han’s brain had rebooted, the kid was back in his bunk. The shadow of him was hard to pick out in the dark and several feet away, but it looked as though he had wrapped the blanket around just his waist. One arm was dangling over the edge of the bed.

“Okay,” Han said softly, tucking his hands behind his head. He shut his eyes. “Okay.”

10

Trees of Yosemite

I’ve been waxing on like I’m the John Muir of Tumblr these past few posts. That’s my bad, but it’s easy to do when you’re staring at photos, making edits, sequencing, and looking back on it all. I’ll tell you this, though. When you’re there- up on the ranges, looking down in the valleys, swimming in snow melt, sweating through climbs, standing on rock, on sand, on dirt… all the things you’ll do in Yosemite; you’re not thinking. You’re just in awe.

So, today I’m reigning back the prose and giving y’all a post dedicated to those amazing living things who have enjoyed this land the longest: the trees. May their continued presence make you endlessly envious and perpetually inspired.

anonymous asked:

can i ask you for travel advice? if it's not too invasive a question, how do you afford doing it so often?

hellooooo of course! this is my favorite topic. as far as how I personally afford it, I’ve been lucky to be able to work in foreign countries and that helps me afford traveling in the area afterwards? like I worked in russia last year and funded my mediterranean trip afterwards that way, and I worked in australia this winter and made enough to travel around Southeast Asia with after. it’s kind of like killing 2 birds with one stone because it saves that one international flight you know? because i’m already in the general area I want to travel in. but I’ve also travelled without working in a place first and it’s totally possible. working and saving a bit at home first is probably necessary though (when I’m working at home I’m literally on perpetual travel mindset, like 2 hours work and I’m like THAT’S ONE LONG DISTANCE BUS RIDE). it just takes some determination. jobs that allow travel are great. bar tending, winemaking (!!), farm work, language teaching. I met a guy who works at golf courses around the world which is hilarious and awesome because they have golf courses everywhere.

workstays are another great option and ive never done it but I’ve met a bunch of people who adore them. I’m not sure if you can look for these ahead of time online but the people I’ve met who’ve done them seem to just operate on word of mouth at the hostel or wherever (“I worked and stayed with Joy in Laos and it was awesome here’s her email” etc). with these you normally get free room and board in exchange for light work.

I’ve answered a question similar to this before so ill c+p and add on some new tips I’ve picked up since then.

ok so fiiiiirst of all asia/south america/africa are as a rule cheaper than australia/north america/europe. but if you wanna still go to europe you can check what currency they’re on, like for example if you’re really budgeting, avoid the northern/scandinavian countries and russia (eta: not anymore! the rouble’s crashed since I answered this ask so now is the time to go to russia!!!) and then to a lesser extent any country on the euro. other european countries with their own currency are generally cheaper, like hungary/czech/poland/turkey etc etc. and ofc you can always check to see how your own currency is doing against the others. and i mean you’ll still probably want to go to places on the euro, but if you mix it up with places NOT on the euro it honestly does make a huge difference.
also, if you’re going with other people, try couch surfing!!! i’m alone so i didn’t want to risk it, but it’s a p cool organization that lets you stay with people for free in different places. i think you’re also supposed to offer your own place in return, wherever you live. i’ve heard it’s a ton of fun, and it’s 100% free. if you’re alone like meeee then it might be better to stay in hostels, which are still great. rooms with more beds/roommates are cheaper, and i recommend them because honestly, you can’t even tell. it’s sort of like one big party anyway and for the most part, people aren’t always in the room bc they’re out exploring the city. and it’s actually awesome to meet people? bc then you have friends to go out with, bc yk wandering foreign cities at night alone can be sketch, especially if you’re drinking. also it’s cool to make foreign friends bc they almost always offer their place if you’re ever traveling through their city haha. so it’s like building a network.

check if your hostel has a kitchen! they usually do. if it does, then you can spend muuuuuch less money buying food at a grocery store and cooking for yourself. (eta: not necessarily outside of Europe/North America/Australia. it’s so cheap to eat street food in Asia that it doesn’t help much if at all cooking for yourself). maybe splurge on one local dish per city (and if you do, get out of the touristy areas where they jack up the prices! - i was told that in budapest if a place charges more than 2.50 usd for a bottle of coke, the meal will be a rip off too), but cooking saves a ton of money. a lot of places have cheaper lunch than dinner menus, so make your local dish a lunch thing. even if you’re wandering around the city, grabbing some fruit and a baguette or something saves a lot. same goes for buying beer in grocery stores vs. restaurants (ALWAYS get domestic beer and the local liquor). also bring your own tea/instant coffee. coffee in europe is SO EXPENSIVE outside of a few places like italy and greece. all hostels should have a kettle.

try not to buy water!!! check to see if it’s safe to drink the tap water in the country you’re going to (asia generally no, western europe and usa/canada/australia generally yes) and fill up water bottles. also ask if they have tap water at restaurants, otherwise they’ll bring you expensive bottled water. in parts of europe they might complain or refuse but it can’t hurt to check yk

if you are/were recently a student, bring your student id!!! you’ll save a lot on museum prices. check with your hostel to see if they have any discounts. bring your own towel in case you wanna go to swimming places, sometimes they charge you (and hostels will sometimes charge you to rent one).

walk instead of taking the metro if it’s not too far bc sometimes subway prices are a little ridic. i think it’s like 2.50 usd in vienna? which isn’t a TON but yk, it’s just another expense~ also I i don’t think you really SEE a city until you walk all over it. i’ve stumbled upon the coolest stuff just wandering around trying to get to other places. …bring good shoes tho aha. in Southeast Asia, motorbikes are amazing and very cheap (around $6 a day), and especially if you split that between two people it’ll save a lot of money if you’re planning on checking out a lot of places. just be careful!!!! they’re dangerous.

always try and take a bus if you’re traveling pretty close (like in between european countries) instead of planes/trains. buses are usually a loooot cheaper and tend to be a lot quicker too. (eta: budget flights are changing this though! if you can I would DEFINITELY recommend packing a carry on sized bag that’s less than 7-10 KGs. trust me when I say you won’t need more than that, especially in the summer. that way you can just fly for really cheap (but ONLY if you’re not paying the outrageous checked baggage fees) it doesn’t have the romance of train travel but it saves a lot of time. some good budget airlines are jetstar and ryanair in europe, jetstar and tigerair in australia, air asia and thai lion air around asia.)

look for bathrooms in like mcdonalds and starbucks. a lot of places in europe charge (which I think is toilet TYRANNY) but these places usually have nice clean free toilets. if you’re gonna spend time in a park especially - pee before you go. it’s frustrating when you could buy a coke with the money you’re spending to go to the bathroom (coke is expensive but it’s my one vice :( it just tastes better when you’re traveling)

some more new stuff: check out local SIM card prices. in places like Asia it’s seriously cheap to get a data plan (I’ve been paying around $10 for 3-5GBs of data) and I think it saves money in the long run because you’re able to research and compare prices on the fly. googlemaps is also a lifesaver and I’m sure I’ve saved hundreds using it to check local bus routes as opposed to taking taxis and expensive metros.

always try and take buses and public transport from the airport as opposed to taxis or paying for a pick up from your hostel. getting to my place from the airport is one of my least favorite things about traveling (don’t know the language or the layout of the city or the character of the people or the currency etc) but it’s always sooo much cheaper getting public transport. what I do is check the next hostel’s website before I leave wifi at my current hostel to see if they’ve listed how to get to it from the airport/bus station/etc and they usually do, and then I’ll screenshot it and just check back later when I’m at the airport or wherever. or you can pick up a data sim at the airport and just look it up while you’re there but that’s a gamble.

what ellllse. if you want to book tours, check the price offered at your hostel (a lot of hostels are really cheap because they hope you’ll book something else through them) and then compare it online or around the city. I’ve found normally hostels offer the best rates because they know the people there are on a budget.

insurance! i know a lot of people (probably most) get comprehensive travel insurance that protects them against thefts, disasters, and medical issues and i’ve heard that works really well. i’ve always gone with this purely medical insurance company geoblue though which isn’t incredibly expensive ($30 for 2 weeks, and i think it was like $150 for 3 months) just because i’ve never really had anything lost or stolen and i’ve had a lot of weird health issues traveling, and geoblue has been amazing at getting me appointments in a nice hospital in a foreign city in like less than a day and then paying for all the expenses, even antibiotics. buying some kind of insurance is definitely worth it i think because most domestic insurances either charge a lot for use abroad or don’t apply at all, and you just never now what’s going to happen. i’ve personally used my international insurance more than my domestic insurance even because i’m not home that often and when i am i don’t tend to get as sick.

that’s all i can think of rn but!!! you can do it. traveling is amazing, and there’s ways to do it without spending a bucketload

Goodbye to Kyiv

The last words that I heard from my Ukrainian friends when I left my life there in 2010 tended to go along two paths: One, that there would be civil war within the next 5 years; two, that I must tell people about Ukraine – “Please tell them about us.” I promised I would. Here in February 2014, civil war seems inevitable and the west still knows little of the truth about the second largest country in Europe.

I am writing the day after a horrific massacre of protesters in Kyiv. People ARE for once talking about the city but, as often is the case with all things Ukrainian, it’s for the wrong reasons. Ukrainian’s have a joke that foreigners only ever know three things about Ukraine…Klitschko, Chernobyl and Shevchenko. Ignorance is the problem. Ukraine is so often in the news for the wrong reasons – bloody protests, fights between MPs in Parliament, Revolutions, Russian Brides, Youtube Street-fights and so on. Even in popular culture. In the remake of The Italian Job, Skinny Pete warns, ‘There’s three things you don’t mess with… Mother nature, mother in laws and mother fucking Ukrainians.’ All these messages tell the west that here is a country that cannot take care of itself, here is a Borat-style backwards people.

So Ukraine has a major PR problem. Westerners see Ukraine as a bit of joke - A place for cheap beer and cheap women and a place with medieval ideas about ethnicity, sexuality and disability. It’s still referred to as ‘THE’ Ukraine by most. Sadly, Euro 2012 seemed to have no impact on these mistaken ideas. Even my mother thought I was crazy to go there. Upon telling her my plan to spend a year there, she lectured me for days about the story of my Polish grandmother who literally walked to escape the Eastern bloc during World War Two. Again, at the airport I was challenged by the British Airway’s check-in attendant, ‘Why would anyone in their right mind want to go and live in that country for a year?’ which is a pretty terrifying thing to say to someone about to embark on living there for a year. These attitudes, I have come to learn, are the norm as to how Ukraine is perceived. This ignorance needs to end.

But it is not just us westerners that reinforce these stereotypes- Ukrainians view themselves this way. The first ‘honest’ question I would ever be asked in Ukraine was – ‘Why did you come here?’ A question so loaded it was impossible for me to answer and maintain any integrity. Do I answer: that I am here to experience life and adventure (subtext - living life like Caligula); I’m here to learn a language (If Russian -subtext – you are a traitor…If Ukrainian – subtext – what’s the point?) I am here to teach students English (Subtext – I am better paid than 90% of the population who earn £600 a month GDP and struggle daily for survival – basically stealing from the economy).
It was always awkward yet it told me something about the way the people viewed themselves: there was a self-hatred that resonated among all. Ukrainians of all classes could not understand why any sane person would give up life in the UK to come and live in their country. In their eyes my actions were akin to lunacy. If you think British people have a self-deprecating humour, it’s frankly Americo-positive compared to the average Ukrainian. I soon realised that the prejudices were being perpetuated within as well as without.

Scan the travel section of any bookstore in the west and you’ll find it void of information about Ukraine and in particular its capital, Kyiv. Try as you might, you will only find The Lonely Planet or Bradt travel guides. The third hit I got on my Amazon search was: ‘Odessa Dreams: the dark heart of Ukraine’s online marriage industry,’ which says it all. There is little on Kyiv. Look around at all the cities which have more detailed guides and info – many are much smaller or harder to reach. You won’t find one about Kyiv - at least not in the English speaking world. I wanted to write this book not only as a tribute to the city after I spent one year of my life there, but also, as a way to teach people about the city.

For 4 years I have been unsure as to how to write this story. It was only after reading Benjy’s section in Faulkner’s ‘The Sound and the Fury’ that I realised the format doesn’t matter if the writing and the narrative is true. So this is my honest memoir of my time in Kyiv - Call this my Goodbye to Berlin; My A Year in Provence; My On the Road or whatever. The label doesn’t matter. It is just the truth, as I remember, see and feel it.

squireofgeekdom  asked:

Dipper catches Ford up on Star Wars, Ford compares the aliens with aliens in other dimensions.

“Well, at least now you’ve seen the whole original trilogy?” Dipper said as he pulled the Return of the Jedi disk from the DVD player “I don’t know if we’ll have time to get to all the prequels…”

“Some is still better than none, my boy,” Ford said from his seat on the sofa. “Particularly if the aliens they keep introducing are so jarring.”

“Huh?”

“Those… fuzzy things.”

“Oh! Ewoks. They’re called ewoks. Nobody says it in the movie, but that’s pretty common knowledge.”

“Those ewoks, then. I had an unfortunate encounter with a species not unlike them in one dimension.”

“Really?” Dipper asked, folding his feet underneath him to sit and listen. Great-Uncle Ford didn’t talk about his time in the portal much, and while he assumed it wasn’t polite to ask he was still dying to hear stories. “…How did that go?”

“Well, their tendency to try to eat people wasn’t exaggerated…”

Dipper winced.

“Needless to say, I fortunately escaped the unfortunate indignity of death by teddy bears’ picnic.”

He waited a few moments more, to see if his great-uncle was going to elaborate, but when he fell silent Dipper accepted what story had been told. At this point, he’d take what he could get.

“Well, if living in a science-fiction movie hasn’t ruined them for you, we could at least start the others…” he suggested.

“Sounds like an excellent plan,” Ford said.

“The next one is The Phantom Menace,” Dipper said, pulling it out. “You can look at the case if you want.”

“Thank you,” Ford said, accepting it from him as he held it out. He was silent a few more moments, when he spoke again.

“Dipper, is this a Ksi’nbian?”

“…A what?”

“Sorry, sorry, this creature it just… it looks like one of the most diabolical peoples I encountered during my travels. Perpetual thorns in my side; I shudder to think of the nights I spent… well, that’s not important. But this fellow here is their spitting image, it’s a bit unnerving.”

“….Great-Uncle Ford, that’s Jar-Jar Binks.”

anonymous asked:

Is the guerilla war being waged by the Brotherhood and small folks against the Lannister rule just and right? The Lannister won by conquest and all the lords have bowed down. Tommen is king and proclaimed by the High Sparrow and his side won.

Well, they didn’t win by conquest. They won through violating severe cultural taboos, undermining some of the oldest customs and laws of war that prevent nigh-perpetual violence and promote travel and trade, as well as security. Misusing the trappings of an emissary, violating guest right, forced slavery of the Riverlanders at Harrenhal, these are actions that violate concepts as old as organized warfare itself.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King