did anyone else grow up near a tourist attraction or historical site or something and feel completely blindsided when you eventually realized it was like. a bucket list item for hundreds if not thousands of people

don’t say u “love food” if you hate mushrooms… fucking pussy

pls don’t forget that it is your blog. you should post about what you like and what makes you happy. some ppl will follow and some ppl will unfollow your blog and that’s completely ok. just make sure this whole tumblr experience makes you happy.

i am obsessed with the idea of an article about an american artist being written the way american journalists write about foreign artists 

As we sit down to chat, I am struck by the Americanness of his features (he looks like he has 64 teeth instead of 32) and demeanor (he is charmingly obnoxious). He is sporting a purple and gold synthetic fabric shirt. “LeBron James,” he says, hand on his chest, “love that dude.” [A/N LeBron James is a player from a local basketball team called The Los Angeles Lakers] – it is not uncommon, even to this day, for Americans to retain old-fashioned values and beliefs such as sport idolatry. His American accent is very thick, almost unintelligible, but his humorous nature transcends any language barrier, at least until we delve into the topic of his tragic childhood. “We had no bidet,” he admits, his blushing cheeks betraying his embarrassment, “and we used to eat frozen croissants and store-bought ragù bolognese.” He looks somber now, the ancestral sorrow visible on his American face. “It was just really hard,” he says after a short pause, tears now welling in his eyes, “to grow up without the privilege of underage smoking and tramways like all the European kids.”