~ 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 楓 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
We waste so many days waiting for weekend. So many nights wanting morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life.
Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to. Stay home on New Year’s Eve if that’s what makes you happy. Skip the committee meeting. Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances. Read. Cook. Run. Write a story.
Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking
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
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
Even the rain falls for you.
Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.
can we skip this whole “college” thing and go straight and go to the part where i have a really awesome job and spend all my time traveling?
The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.
… It is unbearably painful
For the soul to love silently.
Sometimes there is no darker place than our own thoughts; the moonless midnight of the mind.
The more I read, the more I acquire, the more certain I am that I know nothing.
When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody notices, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.