[b.] Lies on cars, runs in grass, walks barefoot in sand. Writes too much for her own good. Reads only for quotations. Seeking permanence by living moments permanently. Seeking love by pretending it does not exist. Insomniac, by choice. Foodie, by birth. Driven towards an unidentified goal.
Pet peeves include: recognizable fonts in graphic design, bite marks in food, and misplaced apostrophes.
Can be found in: bed napping, a used bookstore, a cafe with a journal not drinking coffee, at her mbp reading QC/xkcd, in Sichuan teaching English.
Will rarely: make promises.
Can always use: a scoop of haagen dazs, a mix CD, a good nap.

Woke up to thunderclaps.

Somehow it felt cleansing and not scary, for once.

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8/4/10. On the way to the Yellow River.

8/4/10. On the way to the Yellow River.

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If You Forget Me

jocelynlives:

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

— Pablo Neruda

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blue-chalk:

went to the farmer’s market and bought heirloom tomatoes. haven’t been to the farmer’s market in a year or so. reminded how much i love living in ca.

blue-chalk:

went to the farmer’s market and bought heirloom tomatoes. haven’t been to the farmer’s market in a year or so. reminded how much i love living in ca.

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8/2/10. From a farm in Yanan.

8/2/10. From a farm in Yanan.

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Forgetting would be impossible.

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We crossed our bridges when we came to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (via quote-book)
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You turned your life around — 360 degrees. J.
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If you want to be respected by others the great thing is to respect yourself. Only by that, only by self-respect will you compel others to respect you. The Insulted and the Injured(1861) Fyodor Dostoyevsky  (via quote-book)
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You’ve gotta stand for something, or you’ll fall for anything. The script (via quote-book)
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Record, perhaps.

Long time no see, tumblr. Sorry for the absence, I’ve been re-evaluating life, and hey, I still love you. Isn’t that the best? xo.

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Each one has to find his peace from within. And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances. Gandhi (via oceanofmind) (via quote-book)
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blue-chalk: RABBIT GIRL these prints are completely adorable.

blue-chalkRABBIT GIRL these prints are completely adorable.

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