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my realtor and i shared a blunt at midnight and talked about our mutual love for frank ocean so yeah that's how my 2016 is going

Thoughts from London, England. I had the unique opportunity of staying in London at the crux of the Brexit decision, as both an American in the midst of the immigration-centric presidential election and the child of a Mexican immigrant. I briefly attended a Brexit protest, where hundreds of homemade signs and flags were hung on the gates of Parliament, showing support of the European Union and disdain for "leaders" such as Boris Johnson and Donald Trump. Although I have very firm opinions on the issues surrounding the American election, I recognize that we all want the same general thing, which is to feel that we belong. We want our home to be a place that represents our values, and we're sometimes unwilling to compromise for those whose values and lives don't look exactly like our own. In my opinion, it's the diversity in our countries which edify us, strengthen us, and allow us to thrive culturally. There's one thing to remember, no matter who wins the election tomorrow night, despite the Brexit result, and because of political unrest all over the world: you still matter. Your vote still matters. (at Westminster)

(Brief) Thoughts from Dublin, Ireland. If you choose to buy a ticket to another country at the last minute, try not to miss your flight. Your credit card will be mad and you may only get 36 hours in a city that needs a little more time to figure out. But even if you are in a rush, take the time to drink it all in (Guinness recommended). There are worse ways to see Dublin than this. Thanks for the Neti Pot and for teaching me how to pronounce Dún Laoghaire @kristinnyquist (at Guinness Storehouse)

Images of Amsterdam, Netherlands. I made a last-minute trip to #Amsterdam before London, and was only able to spend one full day there. I had no phone, just a camera with a near-dead battery, so I methodically planned out my very touristy day and got only these few clips to show for it. S/o to the great people I met and the excellent döner kebab I consumed. A detour well-spent. Feat. a morning in Vondelpark, a day at Museumplein, an afternoon stroll through the canals, an evening ferry ride to Buiksloterweg, and the musical stylings of Ryan Gosling. (at Amsterdam, Netherlands)

#amsterdam

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I’d really like to be taken out tbh. in a date way or a sniper way I have no preference

Thoughts from Brussels, Belgium. My bags arrived four days late, my phone got stolen two hours after I landed, and there was near-constant rain. Brussels was my favorite place. I met Amine my second day in the city and his companionship, as well as the friends he introduced me to, opened up Brussels to me in a way only the locals could experience. We went to hidden cafes and a party for architects and an afrobeat music festival and stayed up late playing jazz tunes in the living room. I went to a few bars and experienced the explosive joy of the Belgian football fans as their team advanced (Nous sommes ensemble!). I read on the steps of La Bourse, drank tea by the lake at Flagey, watched the clouds pass by at Leopold Park, and all the while, I couldn't believe that this was my life. That first night, we sang with strangers in the middle of the city and danced all night until public transit started up the next morning. I have never felt so much love and joy in my life. Those friendships and places and feelings are etched forever in my mind. I arrived and saw a city of grey, but every day there was more and more color. (at Bruxelles, Belgique)

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my kink is being a meaningful part of someone’s life

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‘Sketch’ Bar London & Pod Restrooms by MBLD (2003)

Amine (ALG 🇩🇿) Sydney (USA 🇺🇸) Clément (FRA 🇫🇷) Camilla (ITA 🇮🇹) #PeopleofBrussels (at Madame Moustache brussels)

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Thoughts from Nice, France. Something I learned whilst in France during Euro 2016: Violence is anticipated. Not a single day passed that I didn't walk by a pod of soldiers holding assault rifles and dozens of police officers monitoring the busy plazas. The riots in Marseille turned Nice into a makeshift war zone. It was an unsettling reinforcement of the idea that we're not only football fans, we are rivals. But I got lucky. I met a Korean woman who provided for me when I had nothing to give in return, two Swedish guys who included me into their plans, an Australian who reminded me of my friends back home, and three Turks who lowered their guards with me. We walked to the beach at half past one in the morning and dangled our legs over the 20-foot wall. My friend Alpie and I talked for more than an hour about what it's like for him to be a Turkish Muslim whilst the so-called Islamic State invades and attacks his country. We talked about perceptions, and our fears and our hopes for the world. And for a little while, we didn't talk, just stared at the black Mediterranean. Alpie said, "Su ay ışığı. It means 'water moonlight.'" Looking out into the water that night and afterwards, in such an indescribable place, it makes you forget that you're a stranger. I looked out that night and saw a world that didn't discriminate between locals and foreigners, the religious and non-religious, or even between sports fans. We all equally just reveled in the beauty. (at Nice, Côte d'Azur, France)

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*snifts wine* do i detect a hint of grapes?

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Greetings from Zürich, Switzerland. Today I went to the Swiss National Museum and was surprised to learn of Switzerland's vast and complicated history of emigration and immigration. In fact, their relationship with immigrants and refugees is very similar to ours in the States. Although their country thrives with diversity due to early immigration by the surrounding nations, Switzerland is now enacting some of the strictest laws regarding residency and citizenship in all of Europe. I've always found it odd that people take claim over imaginary boundaries. Because you were born here you're Swiss, and because I was born there, I'm American. I might not be an American today if my mother hadn't had the courage to emigrate to a country that now conspires to build a wall between her former home and her new one. What was once a melting pot of culture has become a cesspool of intolerance and ignorance. Today as I walked through Zürich, I had a chance encounter with a stranger. He was around my age, had a big smile, and kept accidentally responding to me in German. We walked together awhile and he asked where I was from. "California," I said. "Ah, an American! I am from Iraq. Such an odd circumstance for us two to meet, don't you think?" We parted not long after, and even had one of those European cheek kiss things that probably looked as awkward as it felt. My point is to say, people are not our enemies in the way some would try to make us believe. Whether you're American, Iraqi, Mexican, gay, Muslim, or whatever else society identifies you as, you're above all a human. Fearing and hating and rejecting one another will only make the cycle continue. Embrace love. (at Schweizerisches Landesmuseum)

Greetings from Kandern, Germany. At the top of a town surrounded by thick woods rests a monument to the wonderful community below. It's not the easiest trek, especially when passing thunderstorms disrupt you every 5-7 minutes, but you carry on because you know at some point you'll reach something worth remembering. My first four days in Switzerland have been stressful, tiring and incredible. My first day, I knew no one and nothing about the city of Basel — all I had was an address and the kindness of strangers (I'm starting to sound like a Tennessee Williams character, I know). I never could have imagined from that first pang of terror I felt after stepping blindly into some unfamiliar streets that this place could so quickly feel like another home. I've loved getting to see the city like a local. I've loved waking up and not quite knowing what I will do that day. Sometimes I will go to a distant part of town and explore by the rivers. Sometimes I hop on a bus and find myself in Germany. Walking through the Black Forest this afternoon reminded me that I have no idea what is to come. If I don't get horribly lost, odds are I'll find a great view. Blessed to share some time with the extraordinary @biscuitofjoy, who was the first to encourage me to take this journey. (at Kandern)

Me: I just got stabbed I'm bleeding everywhere call an ambulance

Guy: Awh :( that sucks! I wish I could be there to cuddle with you

#omg #too real

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