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her vision is bleary and blurry. her heart wont stop racing at thoughts of him - the man from another world rediscovered and reentered into her present from her past. why? why now? they are both happy, arent they? him in his land of pantone colors and sneakers and designing and music and her in a constant cluster fuck of papers, research, presentations, wrap up reports and hollywood. they could be happy together but they are not. they are separated by oceans by thousands of miles by languages by culture by identity by strangeness. they dont know each other, but he is in her thoughts, in her heart and in everything it is that she does. he created a world of curiosity for her. a world of curiosity in the most innocent way possible - of dreams, of culture, of language, of beauty. he was the palette of purity and inspiration that cleansed and rejuvenated her after a year and change of abused infatuation. she gave herself to him in the purest way she knew how. in the most complete, absolute way. she trusted him and so, she gave herself to him. she would have waited for him too, but her impatience led her to fall for the first prince charming that came sauntering by with a flawless smile and sweet whispers of nothing. her impatience was always going to be her undoing. they had joked about it just weeks, days before but there it was in plain sight: her impatience swept her away and him away and their world away and now his thoughts are of another ‘her.’

but, her thoughts are still of him. this time, patient. waiting. willing.

noise and kisses: I read you Kurt Vonnegut until you fell asleep. I know that the whole... →

I don’t read Kurt Vonnegut but I reckon I should start. Neil may never see this blog but I hope he can allow himself the freedom to realize one day that he is my first, true love.

loveyourchaos:

I read you Kurt Vonnegut until you fell asleep.

I know that the whole of tumblr is probably so sick of hearing about us. I can only imagine, but I can’t help it. You are stunning and I mean that in the most whole and sincere way possible. You are of course beautiful but when I say you’re stunning…

crescit eundo: once again. →

cresciteundo:

He wanted to grab hold of me and have my back to his chest except I didn’t give in I could still feel that my hair was damp from the night before when I tried to get rid of the smoky smell that permeated every strand thick and heavy from sitting on his brother’s back patio the wind chilled and…

October baking

One of my favorite parts of coming to New York is the beautiful kitchen I get to work out of. Dark wood and granite tiles aside, it has an open flame stove, super high tech oven and all the little knicks and knacks a cooking lover would want - hand blender, food processor, juicer, panini maker, etcetc. Of the things that it doesn’t have (a grill, baking pans of all shapes & sizes), we definitely plan on adding in the near future or as soon as I move to NY. I love how easy the space is to clean, how the dishwasher actually works and that it’s open to the rest of the living room, so I can watch Food Network as I’m stirring up my latest batch of double chocolate chip cookies.

Last winter I spent three weeks in this little slice of heaven and I think the boyfriend and I both gained 10+ pounds in the process. No amount of running we do offsets the ridiculous amounts of butter and sugar we consume as a result of my baking adventures. Sooo I’ve decided to make a change for the better this holiday season and start researching/ creating gluten free or healthy alternatives to my favorite treats. Even though this is the quickest of all my trips so far, I’m hoping to whip up some goodies that the bf can vacuum store and either take as snacks on trips or just munch on between making mixtapes.

Here are some healthy recipes for brownies, twice-baked cantuccini and kale chips if you’re interested. It’s been a long time coming since people have recommended that I start a food/culinary blog so maybe that will become my second tumblr account :)

I’m off to bond with the oven as the bf whips up a surf & turf for dinner. Expect some grainy cell phone pictures to follow since I don’t have my SLR camera with me. xo

“I don’t expect gay people to prove to me, a straight person, that there’s actually homophobia. I don’t expect poor people to prove to me, a Harvard grad, that hunger and poverty are widespread problems. And if someone asked me, as an Asian person, to “prove” to them that racism exists, I would laugh all the way back to Chinatown. Marginalized groups are not responsible for explaining their marginalization to you. If you are actually concerned, you would take the initiative to do some research yourself instead of showing up at some oppressed group’s door step demanding a list of citations for things (racism, sexism, etc.) that are proven time and time again in the real world.”
— WORD (via loveyourchaos)