I used to work in O.B. , and up there I would deliver a baby, and then I would deliver a baby, and then I would deliver a baby. Today, I was puked on, spit at, bit, and then I tricked a psychotic woman, and then I almost killed a guy. - Abby Lockhart
All day. Every day.
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
Series of paintings discovered in an abandon mental asylum in Italy.
Joe Haldeman (via maxkirin)
Just choked on my fucking drink
I know nothing.
I’m so incredibly thankful to everyone who follows this blog! I started passport-life to stay motivated to travel because it’s so easy to get caught up in “life” that you actually forget to LIVE.
So to say thanks, this is the 1st of 3 giveaways I’m doing this summer! (One is a free flight to anywhere in the world, deets later!)
2 winners picked at random will receive this Citizen of the World luggage tag. The city names are in both English AND Spanish.
I’m so obsessed with the idea of global citizenship, I connected it to my purse since I’m not traveling yet ha (though I’m moving back to Europe in the fall)
To enter you have to be
1) following passport-life.tumblr.com
Good luck & thanks!
i never reblog stuff like this. but i love this blog and i just want to get out of here.