jeunemagie:
My dream adventure would begin on a spaceship, pointed towards the moon. I would stop midway and like to be released in a suit with a cord attached to my ship where I would float in total darkness and have a good view at the earth/life that I would be leaving behind and probably have all sorts of typical existential realizations upon how insignificant everything really is, etc.
I would expect after such an experience and being left in space with nothing familiar to keep me grounded, I would probably end up getting overwhelmingly anxious and start feeling completely insane from being separated from everything I knew to be reality by then and ask to leave Pluto and get launched into the nearest black hole.
leather_sole:
Vintage sword and skull Retail Slut leggings (nothing on top).
High-Top Keds:
Model Editorial: Vanity Teen Cole Mohr
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Mattie:
Although born and bred in New York City, the place that represent adventure to millions of people worldwide, I dream of escaping my glorious city bubble a bit. I dream of all of the impractical expeditions and jaunts that make the best kind of imaginary adventures: skinny dipping in Crete, hiking through Greece, driving up the Amalfi coast of Italy in a shiny red convertible, hair wrapped in a Bonnie-esque (of Bonnie and Clyde) style silk scarf--forget that I don't know how to drive stick-shift. After too much pasta and artichokes in Rome, I would venture first to France, then to the Maldives, where I would make use of the bathing suits that I'd abandoned in Crete. Finally, and this one is just for fun, I'd fly to Japan in the back of a cargo plane, hitching a ride with some friendly GIs, so that I could finally experience the joy of truly fantastic udon.
magicbymark:
I could use a makeover.
lesliesaunders:
I would wear them with style, attitude and a skip in my step. :)
kmayell:
My dream adventure is to go "glamping" - that's glam-camping - in Thailand. I'd sped all day trekking through the forest and fishing for lunch down on the beach, then come back for a sunset rubdown followed by a candlelit dinner in my ridiculously posh tent at the Four Seasons Golden Triangle. I ca dream, right?