—This Side of Paradise (via anorectic, starsmending)Many nights he lay there dreaming awake of secret cafés in Mont Marte, where ivory women delved in romantic mysteries with diplomats and soldiers of fortune, while orchestras played Hungarian waltzes and the air was thick and exotic with intrigue and moonlight and adventure.
July 20 2010
About
My name is Abby, I'm a Zurich native. I think that to live a life of expressivity is paramount. To me it is the embodiment of freedom. I don't have a particularly specific statement that I am trying to convey; like the Romantic's Manifesto, or something akin. I am more interested in existing in a continual state of creativity.
following
![[once like a spark]](http://27.media.tumblr.com/avatar_458ba1c63b18_24.png){kind=avatar}
![DEER IN [YOUR] HEADLIGHTS](http://28.media.tumblr.com/avatar_154a3e6cf730_24.png){kind=avatar}
Stuff Here
Use this space to add whatever you want, or you can remove it altogether
