Milk and Tea

OH MY SWEET CHINA

I had the most amazing hot and sour eggplant dish. Right across the street. I wish I could have taken a picture, but it looked awful, so maybe it’s for the best.

This might be something I should post on my travel blog, but I’m having lots of feelings, so for some reason I want to post it here instead.

Everyone is planning to leave after 1 semester! All my New Paltz friends (maybe with the exception of one if I’m lucky) are leaving! The nice Italians I met are leaving! It hasn’t even been a month and I’m already anticipating being alone in fucking China.

I’m sorry China, I love you baby.

But what the fuck! I need to make some fucking Chinese friends and get pro at this city fast. 

..I need to make any fucking friends. I’m so bad at this shit! And I keep not going to the track, but the only time that it’s open that I have free time is at 6 at the fucking ass crack of morning. I can’t always do it, I don’t sleep well. I just want to watch shitty Chinese dramas and watch depressing BBS news about the economy but my fucking electricity runs out too fast when I do that.

…Sometimes when I type I’m imagining different voices or accents in my head, like the Italian girl we had dinner with. But I speak English fluently, it’s very strange that I keep hearing accents as I type.

BUT ANYWAYS.

I’m sorry, I’m so crazy. But I’m afraid to post real feelings (real intoxication) on my travel tumblr because old people might be reading it.

WHY IS THIS PROGRAM SO FUCKING FUCKED UP? I did not come to China to live in a hotel with Italians, as much as I love them. 

Oh shit, that reminds me, I probably shouldn’t skip class because then I won’t remember to meet with some person at noon about finding a Chinese conversation partner. I can’t believe I’m being directed to random people about meeting Chinese people at a fucking Chinese university in China.

I have problems.

Good night all, sorry about the post~<3 

Keanu Reeves is a vampire.

marielikestodraw:

Now, look at this:


That’s “Paul Mounet”, a french actor, who “died” in 1922.
His body never was found.

Then, look at this:

An unknown man, painted in 1530 by Parmigianino.

Compare them:

Never not reblog immortal Keanu.

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