A few days ago while kayaking on Town Lake. I spent the entire morning editing over six hundred photos, (and that was only from Thursday), writing from home, and glad for fashion week to be over, only because it means I can focus the rest of my time applying for writing and photography work in San Francisco. I am pinning all of my hopes and dreams to move back there. This is what my life feels like right now. Some of my friends have left to their respective cities, and three of them are in California right now to help Dar move to LA. I have no more school to attend, just jobs to look for, a trip to Thailand in two weeks to plan for, and so much gratitude for this city I live in that has been my first home. That is what I think of what I see this, my home, and what it feels like. Smooth and quiet and something familiar that is going to change into something different. I know it’s important to focus on the present, but I’m in transition and the direction I am looking at now is forward. I know it won’t always be home, but I know I can always come back to it, and that’s enough for me. It’s enough.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

The Breeze at DawnRumi

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oscarprgirl:

me, my desk. day of the met ball.
thank you to natasha jahangir for capturing this moment and the coming images from may 6, 2013.

I like this. 

oscarprgirl:

me, my desk. day of the met ball.

thank you to natasha jahangir for capturing this moment and the coming images from may 6, 2013.

I like this. 

canttuchthis:

necessary dose of friday happiness.
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canttuchthis:

necessary dose of friday happiness.

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As the course of a river is a symbol of time, we are inclined to think of a poisoned time. And yet the sources continue to gush and we believe time will be purified one day. I am a worshipper of flowing and would like to entrust my sins to the waters, let them be carried to the sea.
— Czeslaw Milosz, “Rivers” (translated from the Polish by the author and Robert Hass)
live-to-the-point-of-tears:

intherightshoes:
Richard Siken

I love Richard Siken and love this.

live-to-the-point-of-tears:

intherightshoes:

Richard Siken

I love Richard Siken and love this.

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yogachick:

Sand, sea, and tip toes.

yogachick:

Sand, sea, and tip toes.

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Good morning, Wednesday. So pretty. 

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Good morning, Wednesday. So pretty. 

I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.
— Haruki Murakami (via livedancelovesingcry)

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ChrystineAustin, Texas

Chrystine
Austin, Texas

New beginnings Austin, Texas

New beginnings 
Austin, Texas

I recently had the opportunity to photograph a graduate, which made me happy as I was going through the same experience. I feel fortunate for this, because it was like looking at my own happiness in a mirror held up for me to see. There is something really great about graduating- not about what you’re leaving behind, but what you have to look ahead. 

I recently had the opportunity to photograph a graduate, which made me happy as I was going through the same experience. I feel fortunate for this, because it was like looking at my own happiness in a mirror held up for me to see. There is something really great about graduating- not about what you’re leaving behind, but what you have to look ahead.