she got sunset on her breath



I really like fresh mozzarella cheese and dogs and beer and summer. And I go to school for photography because it's kind of interesting.

‎(239): Slowly realizing that my only incentive to bathe is shower beer

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I’m an acquired taste…not for everybody, but for the ones that get me…I will give you all of me, all the time.
― Jhene Aiko (via awelltraveledwoman)

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9:41 pm  •  18 June 2013  •  13,317 notes
greatleapsideways: “The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue. For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not in the place those miles away at the horizon, but in the atmospheric distance between you and the mountains. “Longing,” says the poet Robert Hass, “because desire is full of endless distances.” Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world. One soft humid early spring morning driving a winding road across Mount Tamalpais, the 2,500-foot mountain just north of the Golden Gate Bridge, a bend reveals a sudden vision of San Francisco in shades of blue, a city in a dream, and I am filled with a tremendous yearning to live in that place of blue hills and blue buildings, though I do live there, I just left there after breakfast, and the brown coffee and yellow eggs and green traffic lights filled me with no such desire, and besides I was there already and was looking forward to going hiking on the mountain’s west slope. We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the distance between us and the object of desire that fills the space in between with the blue of longing. I wonder sometimes whether with a slight adjustment of perspective it could be cherished as a sensation on its own terms, since it is as inherent to the human condition as blue is to distance? If you can look across the distance without wanting to close it up, if you can own your longing in the same way that you own the beauty of that blue that can never be possessed? For something of this longing will, like the blue of distance, only be relocated, not assuaged, by acquisition and arrival, just as the mountains cease to be blue when you arrive among them and the blue instead tints the next beyond. Somewhere in this is the mystery of why tragedies are more beautiful than comedies and why we take a huge pleasure in the sadness of certain songs and stories. Something is always far away.” —Rebecca Solnit The Blue of Distance

But I am seeing Phish is 19 days and then spending a week in Boston with Sean.

And then going to Vermont.

And then camping in Woodstock.

And then Maine.

12:07 am  •  17 June 2013  •  2 notes

It’s been almost a year since California and I miss it more and more every day. 

Is it possible for a place to break your heart?

12:06 am  •  17 June 2013  •  1 note
nevver: Free donuts
This body is not me. I am not limited by this body. I am life without boundaries. I have never been born, and I have never died. Look at the ocean and the sky filled with stars, manifestations from my wondrous true mind. Since before time, I have been free. Birth and death are only doors through which we pass, sacred thresholds on our journey. Birth and death are a game of hide- and seek. So laugh with me, hold my hand, let us say good-bye, say good-bye, to meet again soon. We meet today. We will meet again tomorrow. We will meet at the source every moment. We meet each other in all forms of life.
―  Thich Nhat Hanh  (via uni-tea)

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11:22 am  •  11 June 2013  •  831 notes
Make sure you take in as much as you can - every moment is important; and when the time is right you will recall every sight, sound, or thought that crossed your mind. How will you recall this moment, for instance? That is entirely up to you…
10:50 am  •  11 June 2013
Perception is validation, and if words are used for anything more than labels to conveniently address all sensory phenomena, we condemn ourselves to a labyrinth of misconception where we justify prioritizing paper and ink over a personal relationship with Reality. Truth is sensation, an experience.
― Paul John Moscatello (via liberatingreality)
5:47 pm  •  10 June 2013  •  119 notes