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The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation. How is it that I’m lucky enough to have someone who still makes me feel as giddy as when first we met, and who at the same time offers me complete solice? #love #tbt #costarica #santateresa #soulmate
Aug 21, 2014

The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation. How is it that I’m lucky enough to have someone who still makes me feel as giddy as when first we met, and who at the same time offers me complete solice? #love #tbt #costarica #santateresa #soulmate

Gilded fields at the golden hour. #petaluma #magichour
Aug 21, 2014 / 1 note

Gilded fields at the golden hour. #petaluma #magichour


By mingthein | Website
Aug 20, 2014 / 11,902 notes
Shipwrecked. #petaluma #stormyseas
Aug 20, 2014

Shipwrecked. #petaluma #stormyseas

Aug 19, 2014 / 187 notes
Aug 19, 2014 / 41,141 notes
The novelist’s happy discovery was to think of substituting for those opaque sections, impenetrable by the human spirit, their equivalent in immaterial sections, things, that is, which the spirit can assimilate to itself. After which it matters not that the actions, the feelings of this new order of creatures appear to us in the guise of truth, since we have made them our own, since it is in ourselves that they are happening, that they are holding in thrall, while we turn over, feverishly, the pages of the book, our quickened breath and staring eyes. And once the novelist has brought us to that state, in which, as in all purely mental states, every emotion is multiplied ten-fold, into which his book comes to disturb us as might a dream, but a dream more lucid, and of a more lasting impression than those which come to us in sleep; why, then, for the space of an hour he sets free within us all the joys and sorrows in the world, a few of which, only, we should have to spend years of our actual life in getting to know, and the keenest, the most intense of which would never have been revealed to us because the slow course of their development stops our perception of them.
Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way (via observando)
Aug 19, 2014 / 115 notes
This is what reading is like to me. It’s finding a spring in the midst of a barren land. Just when I think I might up and die of thirst, I stumble onto this fresh, cold water, and I’m suddenly given this new life because I can-and do-drink to my heart’s content.
Beverly Lewis (via observando)
Aug 19, 2014 / 350 notes
I am building, building on clouds-inklings of foresight rather than finding what is. Does that mean I’m a dreamer? Unrealistic? A fool? This must be why people play it safe, but I cannot live in this jaded reality, cannot succumb to the numbing of my overactive, overachieving feelings. I am this—a viewer, a believer, a lover, teeming with but one thing: hope. #oakland #love #redwoods
Aug 19, 2014

I am building, building on clouds-inklings of foresight rather than finding what is. Does that mean I’m a dreamer? Unrealistic? A fool? This must be why people play it safe, but I cannot live in this jaded reality, cannot succumb to the numbing of my overactive, overachieving feelings. I am this—a viewer, a believer, a lover, teeming with but one thing: hope. #oakland #love #redwoods

And so he turned to the sky for an answer, and the sky told him, little dog, you are a child of the universe, be one with the stars and the earth, and Yogi faced him and responded with all his heart: 🆗🆒. #adognamedyogi #sunol
Aug 18, 2014

And so he turned to the sky for an answer, and the sky told him, little dog, you are a child of the universe, be one with the stars and the earth, and Yogi faced him and responded with all his heart: 🆗🆒. #adognamedyogi #sunol