Hallstätter See (Lake at Hallstatt), Franz Steinfeld. 1934.
*blacklists a user*
*shows up on my recommendations*
*shows up on my recommended dash*
*shows up at my birthday party*
whenever somebody says like “so what did you do today?” just look off into the distance and say “the right thing”
Jules Van Biesbroeck - Urania, Pastel, 1916
But guys, serious question now: can I get that t-shirt that I left in the hotel back? If I won’t be in that city? Can I call them and ask then to send it over to me? Do hotels do this? Or do they throw away stuff they find in the rooms???
Oh gosh, today was awful. I totally didn’t think my first day in Paris would be like that. At first I lost my bracelet, which was my favorite. Then my brother was making me andry and annoyed for the whole day. I literally just left him and went wandering the streets on my own, which was the best part of the day. I almost didn’t eat for the whole day, and I have no energy to do anything at all. Then we got to a hotel, and my brother just left me by the bus with heavy begs. I got lost while trying to find the hotel, it was late and there wasn’t anyone on streets at all. But THANK GOD, I’ve run into the nicest girl on the planet, and she didn’t just explain where the hotel was, she also helped me with my bags. Random stranger cares more about me than my brother. But apparently God didn’t think that was enough for me. When I got to the hotel and unpacked, I realised I lost my t-shirt. I left it in hotel in Poland. So there’s no way I get it back, I think. You don’t understand that wasn’t JUST t-shirt, it was my dads, and I loved it the most. I stopped crying only a couple of minutes ago.