11:59 / A journal.

One night in Memphis.Thanks for having me.

One night in Memphis.Thanks for having me.


United Airlines Maintenance Facility, San Francisco CA — Mamiya 645Pro — Kodak Portra 400

I had the opportunity to explore what goes on behind the scenes at the United Airlines Maintenance Facility in San Francisco, CA. It took 25 years to persuade my father to get me through those tightly secured doors, but it finally happened. Like any respectable film shooter, I brought some portra, my trusty Mamiya 645pro, and the eyes of a 10 year old in love with the sky.

(via my-quarterlifecrisis)

Ramblings at midnight.

And you wonder, how many more nights will that other side of the bed remain untouched?

How many more evenings will you come home to an empty house, wishing there was someone to share your day with?

How many more meals will you have by yourself, in silence and alone at the table?

and how many more evening will you longingly watch, as others go for walks hand in hand wishing you had what they have,

Or even a tiny fraction of it, because at this point you will take anything the universe will give you.

But then again, you were not born to settle on anything or anyone,so you will wait, however long it takes.

Yes, you will wait.And when that day gets here you will love with no fear or bounds

I imagine your mind,and especially what your mind thinks about my mind,and what your mind thinks about what my mind thinks about your mind.I dress my mind before yours and expect that you will dress yours before mine.whoever cannot and will not perform these feats is not properly in the game


As women, we are taught to be tiny. To have small bodies, to never be imposing. The ideal of our gender are thin and childlike, hairless and dainty. We are defined by our bodies; defined by our control over them. We are taught to obsess over our physicality and to be repulsed by our desires and intelligences. We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do.

—The Truth About Growing Up A Woman, Michelle K.  (via thatkindofwoman)

(via thatkindofwoman)

Love is not magic. Love is a choice. It is about daily CHOOSING to have empathy for and respect for the other. It is not about trying to have control over them, or giving them control over you.

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
call to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

—Mary Oliver


someone asked me what i what in a relationship.This is such a tough question for me.There just aren’t words to describe what i want but after some thinking, i told her that i wanted someone who enjoys the beauty in silence.Being together in silence, not because we have nothing to say to each other but because we are content being with each other

sunday ramblings

sometimes, my mind is racing with so many thoughts/ideas that my mouth cannot just catch up.But its ok.It only happens around people i respect intellectually and all i want to do is share my ideas with them

Gold tipped flats. sigh!

Gold tipped flats. sigh!