I absolutely love flying.
Even though 100 tons of steel in the air just doesn't feel right..
It's taunting nature's law.
Tomorrow I'm starting my internship. I'm nervous as hell. I wish I could just fly away.
I'm just trying not to think to much about it but focus on my birthday, which is this friday.
I'll be turning 20 but I won't be growing up. Does that make sense?
No, it doesn't.
photo is by myself
