Check please 

November 2016, English Days

There aren’t many things I can say I’m sure of, and I certainly won’t be the one person pretending I’ve got the truth in my hands. But if there’s something I’m pretty confident about is that if you want something – a year off routine to figure out what’s next, a different view out of your window, another human to pillow talk to – you just have to go for it. As simple as this. And yes, there’ll be consequences and acquaintances judging and parents moralizing, but at the end of the day it’s only you sleeping with yourself. So here’s the question. Does it really matter being called selfish fucker if when you go to bed you’re happy of what you got? 

Everything comes with a price, the only thing that counts is what you’re willing to pay to feel alive.

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