Kylen. 25. Student. Keira Knightley is my Queen. Ryan Gosling and Michael Fassbender share a swanky penthouse in my pants. I love wine and live for pop culture. Into interior design, literature, liberalism and atheism. Although Kanye West is my God. I post often, love questions, and try to remain drama free. Bree is a superior human. The Bacall to my Monroe. And my wifey!Find my edits here!
It’s the day after my birthday and I’m on a plane to Chad. Chad is an African country somewhere near the middle and totally landlocked. I know that because the UNICEF pack says so and not because I actually know. I had no idea where it was when they first told me I was going. It seems rude not to know where a country is. I feel like I should apologise as soon as I land. Why are all these people going to Chad? There’s a family of very loud Americans sitting behind me on the plane all coiffed and suited. Voices brash and hair blonde with jewels jangling and I can’t quite make them add up. Why Chad? What are you going to do there all dressed to the nines? It’s going to be 40 degrees and dusty. I think we’re seeing immunisation programmes but there’s a potential food crisis coming so we could be diverted. In my plane safe in the sky I don’t know what that means. Seems impossible people could be dying of malnutrition when the lady with the clattering jewellery and pink lip gloss is behind me. Who are these people? What do they want? What do they do in Chad? (x)