20. Chicago. Music. Books. Coffee.

 

Clearly didn’t think this through.

My first ten minutes alone in Philadelphia, and I walk past a bin labeled “free books”. Needless to say, I now have to figure out how to get nine books on the plane.

dinnerpartydan:

That awkward moment when you ran up the stairs and now you’re trying to hide your heavy breathing like it’s no big deal but you’re actually pretty winded and dear god you need to work out.