Apr 7, 2014
Monday morning postcard from Berlin via UK. Getting the travel bug again.

Monday morning postcard from Berlin via UK. Getting the travel bug again.

Apr 5, 2014
These two little bunnies are burrowing in my couch on this sunny Saturday afternoon 🐇🐇🐇

These two little bunnies are burrowing in my couch on this sunny Saturday afternoon 🐇🐇🐇

Apr 4, 2014
Pretty jazzed about my Harry Potter postage stamps. 

Jake: “you send letters with those?”

Pretty jazzed about my Harry Potter postage stamps.

Jake: “you send letters with those?”

Apr 2, 2014
kitchen on a fishing boat

kitchen on a fishing boat

Mar 31, 2014
#Regram from @biritesf !

#Regram from @biritesf !

Mar 30, 2014
Butcher, baker, candlestick maker @18reasons dinner at @heathceramics last night. Look at that delicious @tartinebaker oat porridge bread!

Butcher, baker, candlestick maker @18reasons dinner at @heathceramics last night. Look at that delicious @tartinebaker oat porridge bread!

Mar 30, 2014
Butcher, baker, candlestick maker @18reasons dinner at @heathceramics last night. So much good local food-craft!

Butcher, baker, candlestick maker @18reasons dinner at @heathceramics last night. So much good local food-craft!

Mar 29, 2014

Friday night shenanigans : wine glasses, literally

Mar 28, 2014

There are thousands of people out there with the same degree you have; when you get a job, there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you are the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on the bus, or in the car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank account, but your soul.

People don’t talk about the soul very much anymore. It’s so much easier to write a résumé than to craft a spirit. But a résumé is cold comfort on a winter night, or when you’re sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you’ve gotten back the chest X ray and it doesn’t look so good, or when the doctor writes “prognosis, poor.”

Anna Quindlen

(Source: us2.campaign-archive1.com)

Mar 28, 2014

A Toast by Ilya Kaminsky

To your voice, a mysterious virtue,
to the 53 bones of one foot, the four dimensions of breathing,

to pine, redwood, sworn-fern, peppermint,
to hyacinth and bluebell lily,

to the train conductor’s donkey on a rope,
to smells of lemons, a boy pissing splendidly against the
trees.

Bless each thing on earth until it sickens,
until each ungovernable heart admits: “I confused myself

and yet I loved—and what I loved
I forgot, what I forgot brought glory to my travels,

to you I traveled as close as I dared, Lord.”

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Natalie So / 23 / F / San Francisco
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