Lady Whittier

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I’m migrating everything over from Lady Whittier, to my primary tumblr ten small paces, which confusingly became my secondary blog for a while. But, I’m trying to simplify my tumbling and, well it just makes sense to have one place for all my little treasures & travels.  So please follow here. xo 

It’s true.  There is a sweaty, wet spa hostel in the East Village and it is awesome. (Absolutely knackered now, good night.) 
dinabee:

amazing afternoon with my ladies at the turkish baths in the east village. i feel like once a week something happens that reminds me how much i love new york city. whether its a cab ride over the brooklyn bridge as i fawn over the beautiful brights lights of the city, or a shared meal with friends where everybody i meet introduces me to a new and exciting world; i fall in love with new york again and again. today it was the turkish baths. i’ve walked by so often, and wondered what laid beyond those ominous doors. walking inside, you feel like you are transported to another world, when you traveled around europe, stayed at hostels, met strangers that you shared far too intimate stories with, never to see again. perhaps a more brazen, freer time of your life. that’s what this felt like, smack in the middle of the east village. we sweated, froze, were covered in mud, and i loved every minute of it.

It’s true.  There is a sweaty, wet spa hostel in the East Village and it is awesome. (Absolutely knackered now, good night.) 

dinabee:

amazing afternoon with my ladies at the turkish baths in the east village. i feel like once a week something happens that reminds me how much i love new york city. whether its a cab ride over the brooklyn bridge as i fawn over the beautiful brights lights of the city, or a shared meal with friends where everybody i meet introduces me to a new and exciting world; i fall in love with new york again and again. today it was the turkish baths. i’ve walked by so often, and wondered what laid beyond those ominous doors. walking inside, you feel like you are transported to another world, when you traveled around europe, stayed at hostels, met strangers that you shared far too intimate stories with, never to see again. perhaps a more brazen, freer time of your life. that’s what this felt like, smack in the middle of the east village. we sweated, froze, were covered in mud, and i loved every minute of it.

Nothing says “I Love You” like murder. 
XOXO  View high resolution

Nothing says “I Love You” like murder. 

XOXO 

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