Your hand is a warm stone I hold between two words

"The sum of your parts is my whole most beautiful chart of constellations."

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:56:22 +0800

“The sum
of your parts
is
my whole
most beautiful
chart
of constellations.”

- Marilyn Hacker, from Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons (via violentwavesofemotion)

nevver: — Alain de Botton

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:15:15 +0800

nevver:

— Alain de Botton

you really, really don’t understand self-torture… until you watch sortedfood videos at...

Wed, 22 May 2013 00:55:00 +0800

you really, really don’t understand self-torture…

until you watch sortedfood videos at 1am in the morning, when you are hungry and have nothing to eat.

just got back from training. today’s lesson? it doesn’t get any easier, you just have to get better. and i don’t know how long it’s going to take, but i will…

"I knew it wasn’t too important but it made me sad anyway."

Mon, 20 May 2013 11:46:30 +0800

“I knew it wasn’t too important but it made me sad anyway.”

- J.D. Salinger (via loveiseccentricandsoami)

i’m thinking about the way i’m spending this summer and it’s slightly disgusting...

Fri, 17 May 2013 10:14:00 +0800

i’m thinking about the way i’m spending this summer and it’s slightly disgusting how we’re already more than a week into it and i’m not doing anything productive, not even being alone. but now that i’m alone - in an MBS room, with a great view, no less - i’m thinking also about why i haven’t been alone. and i realize its because i would rather be with these people than with myself. that’s a very funny thought because i don’t feel this way very often. but now, i think, a part of me misses this, doing things at my own time and just…. having only myself to talk to. it’s probably healthy to withdraw for a while.

i’m around people so much, i don’t even know who i’m doing things for any more. and not just concrete things but tweaking certain aspects of my personality to be part of something. i’m afraid of compromising on certain things that i have always had a tight grip on. that’s pretty damn stifling. but it is also impossible to remain static as a person… i have always believed this. we are different people around different people. i don’t know, it’s unsettling but i’m also conscious about how i’m always making a big deal out of something and that’s sometimes quite selfish because i’m always thinking about myself. ok. before this narcissistic rant gets ridiculous, time to get ready for breakfast.

for now, i need to: READ, WRITE and prepare the kids church lesson on sunday. the idea of doing these things at my own time was just… better and more attractive when i actually had no time to do them. i should actually get down to doing things..

breakfast.

"I suppose it is good for the soul to be hurt and perplexed perpetually. I know at least that I miss..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 09:46:42 +0800

“I suppose it is good for the soul to be hurt and perplexed perpetually. I know at least that I miss you damnably: that is a good fixed star. I do, Virginia; and would rather be hurt by that, and have something solid to hold on to, than flounder in a quicksand that never bruises but only smothers.”

- Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 9 February 1927 (via courcel)

now that summer’s here i think a part of me never wanted it to come. at the start of this...

Sun, 12 May 2013 19:19:00 +0800

now that summer’s here i think a part of me never wanted it to come. at the start of this semester i thought college couldn’t get any better than sem 1. i turned out to be so wrong. got close to a different group of people, drifted away from some. i’m okay with that now.

i’m thoroughly enjoying school. i know one day i’m going to look back and call these the best days of my life. trying to live in the moment now, if i keep thinking of what’s to come i miss out on what’s right in front of me. everyone should have a university education like that - one where you don’t just learn from books, you learn from people, from experiences. i am no longer obsessed with my own grades even though i still have high expectations of myself - its just so much easier and i have been doing better this way. now i’m no longer a freshman. that’s a really crazy thought.

today’s bible class was on peace: while the world looks to controlling the external for peace, we look to Christ, prince of peace, for peace within. and that’s the only kind of peace that lasts and is real. thought about how far i’ve come, but not on my own. i’m so blessed. so thankful.

if anything, i have learnt that 1) people are not what they let on and 2) that people are beautiful...

Thu, 09 May 2013 18:31:00 +0800

if anything, i have learnt that 1) people are not what they let on and 2) that people are beautiful only from a distance. it is distance that lets us - makes us - fill in the gaps. when there’s nothing left to hide, i’m not sure if there’s anything there at all…

i will always choose detachment. why i let something that is probably nothing become everything i feel is beyond me.

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Sat, 04 May 2013 23:50:41 +0800

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Sat, 04 May 2013 21:38:43 +0800

"My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world."

Sat, 04 May 2013 11:59:25 +0800

“My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.”

- Dejan Stojanovic (via 6-666)

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s our own concept—our...

Fri, 03 May 2013 23:27:00 +0800

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s our own concept—our own selves—that we love (Fernando Pessoa)

A diver has a very personal moment of dejection at the bottom...

Fri, 03 May 2013 15:18:28 +0800

A diver has a very personal moment of dejection at the bottom of the pool during the 2012 CCCA Swimming and Diving State Championships at East Los Angeles College Swim Stadium on Thursday, April 26, 2012 in Monterey Park, CA. (Photo by Suzanne Tylander © 2012) This particular photo represents an emotional moment rarely caught underwater. This particular diver was expected to win the entire event. The diver knew as soon as he hit the water his form was flawed and that he might have just lost it all. I was fortunate enough to witness this moment as it was unfolding underwater. I captured the sequence of emotion just a split second after he hit the water and began to sink to the bottom with a sense of defeat written in his body language This was the image I chose from the series. I have felt this emotion and disappointment before as many athletes do. My chance to capture it underwater was rare but beautiful. It is a moment no competitive athlete wants to relive but something important that many of us can relate to. It is raw and human and real.

teachingliteracy: bunnyhell: Hi! here a bunnyhell shop new...

Thu, 02 May 2013 01:01:25 +0800

teachingliteracy:

bunnyhell:

Hi! here a bunnyhell shop new update!

For those who like me have a book fetish and not only love to read if not that they also love a good book as an object treasure I made this miniature book necklaces so you can wear your favorite book in your neck with your favorite clothes! I have made mostly first editions of some classics, but I accept custom orders and I can make your favorite book necklace! Just write me and ask for your special order! Check them out all here

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Wed, 01 May 2013 17:19:29 +0800

opticoverload: The Reward For A Long Days Hike

Wed, 01 May 2013 17:17:16 +0800

opticoverload:

The Reward For A Long Days Hike

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Wed, 01 May 2013 10:49:08 +0800

find what you love and let it kill you

Wed, 01 May 2013 08:59:00 +0800

find what you love

and let it kill you

"I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of..."

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:55:56 +0800

“

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

”

- Clementine von Radics, ”Mouthful of Forevers” (via waydowntown)

instead of studying, i am: checking flight ticket prices, looking at hotels around the world,...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 22:44:12 +0800

instead of studying, i am:

checking flight ticket prices, looking at hotels around the world, researching on sweden/switz for exchange… this feeling is amazing, the fact that there is SO much of the world out there for me to see. but it is also claustrophobic because i know i just can’t see all of it at once. patience…

so thankful knowing that there are opportunities offered to me on a platter and i can make full use of them. its liberating. until i remind myself of the fact that my exams are in 3 days…