wine street


min yoonji moodboard 🍷

I read this on a blog:

“If Barcelona were a boyfriend, he’d be the guy who whisks you away on his motorcycle for date night, buys you flowers from the man selling them on the street, wines and dines you at a dimly lit bar, then kisses you effortlessly as he drops you off at the end of the night.

That is to say, Barcelona is very easy to fall in love with.

Go for the architecture and gastronomy, but stay for the romance.”

I mean if you google “romance in Barcelona” many sites tell you to rent a motorbike or a scooter to go around with your special someone! I’m not saying it is the start of a date but it MIGHT an unintentional: “hey, did you got lost Plisetsky? Hope on my bike I’ll take you” sorta thing!!! (and it would still feel very date like-ish thing lol)

**Also Yurio looks surprised cause Otabek must have come out of nowhere. Yurio loves wild stuff, he would certainly want a ride on the cool ass motorbike!!!

Here’s to another year.

Here’s to new friendships, new promises, new beginnings. Here’s to college life and living away from home for the first time. Here’s to new subjects and new challenges. Here’s to another heartbreak and another one after that. Here’s to drunk nights spent in the club and the nights spent playing card games with tea to keep you warm. Here’s to that one person who has stayed by you all this while, and here’s to that one person who still crosses your mind everyday. Here’s to first jobs and first paychecks. Here’s to horrible bosses we love to curse. Here’s to road trips and shopping sprees; here’s to expensive wines, cheap beer and street foods. Here’s to new relationships and relationships that couldn’t last. Here’s to first apartments and mounds of bills to pay. Here’s to leaving some dreams behind and here’s to finding new ones. Here’s to exploring new places and here’s to living life like we’ve never known before.

This time, it will be about celebrating ourselves, about embracing our beauty, accepting ourselves as flawed as we are because we’ll never be as young as we are now.

So, raise your glasses;

Here’s to another era of our lives.

—  turning twenty.

Vegetarian London: Where to Eat (Pt. 1)

Left to Right, Top to Bottom

Craft, North Greenwhich

Italian Farmers, Finsbury Park

Lily Vanili, Columbia Road (Hoxton)

Pavilion Cafe, Victoria Park (Bethnal Green)

Bageriet, Covent Garden

Pan de Vie, Leicester Square

Farm Girl Cafe, Portobello Road (Notting Hill)

Borough Market, London Bridge

The Cheese Truck, Maltby Street (Bermondsey)

Continental Stores, Russell Square

Sherlock and John bought wine. TOGETHER.

Sherlock goes upstairs

then he checks the window because he knows someone is there

he walks towards his room and you can hear the fucking TAP TAP of John how he’s coming up the stairs

and now look at the fucking bag in John’s hands

he puts the bag on the kitchen table and immediately takes the wine and asks “Sherlock?” 

BUT SHERLOCK SAYS “We have a client”

and John asks “What, in your bedroom?”

So, what the fuck wanted John to say after “Sherlock?”

Something about the wine?



I don't know how to paint this- so I made it a poem

My heart aches for you
For the warmth of your body
Intertwined with mine
I don’t want any of this shit
I didn’t ask for it
I didn’t ask for the heartbreak
And pain that masquerades
As pens and papers
Clicking heels
Clicking pens
And the sickeningly dull
Discordant orchestra
Of the rat race

I want to stare at your face
Your silhouette draped
In my embrace

I want to travel the world
Or atleast parts of it
Taste French wine
Explore the streets of Spain
And Rome

As long as you are with me
I am happy
As long as you are with me
I am home.

It took me a while to write this
Because I couldn’t peg the feeling
It’s this dark cloud
That’s haunting
It drags me down
I want passion
And lust for life
And the child inside
Hates to wait.