Pontresina, Switzerland.
everything feels like a fairy tale. i keep pinching myself/ taking naps in hopes that i’ll wake up again, but this is real. a 14hr flight& 4hr train ride to reunite with my dearest in the swiss alps for a weekend of snowboarding… is there anything more unreal? we live a life few can dream of, only to be grounded by own our insecurities and underlying essence of mortality. shit’s never what it seems, but at least we’re happy. if not happiness, what does one live for?