~ carte blanche ~

20. San Francisco.
Live. Laugh. Learn.

I don't know how to describe myself as a person. I am just me.
I sometimes like to look up and afar.
My favorite season is when blossoms.
I also have a very good appetite.
Did I mention that I am also an avid fan of these six, beautiful dorks?

Anyways, this tumblr is the little treehouse I climb into for a place of freedom and solitude. (kind of)

Personal rants documented here

In the evening I resolve to enjoy the sunrise, but I don’t get out of bed; by day I hope to enjoy the moonlight, but I remain in my room. I don’t really know why I get up or why I go to bed. The leaven that used to set my life in motion is lacking; the stimulus which kept me alert in the deep nights and awakened me out of my sleep in the morning is gone.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (via crgao)


It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade
Great Expectations, Charles Dickens (via 21vines)

(Source: uppereastside)