an interstellar cloud of dust.

I'm lost and looking for the sky, for moving parts and a place that doesn't rust. For wheels that burn and a world that turns. For a road that phantom cars still drive down while lovers long lost feel wind that's blown too long in silver hair. You are the only map I know. -iwtfy

a girl from the states was in australia then taiwan now in nz missing nyc trying to figure out life. this blog showcases my interests in photography. fashion. food. music. animals. love.