on love, and what not and so on and so forth...

I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.
–Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
–Zora Neale Hurston

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
–James Baldwin

Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
Iris Murdoch

go out there and fall in love, y'all! i promise the heartache will be worth it...

xo xo

it's been beautiful in san francisco the past couple of weeks. spring is eager to arrive, and i can't wait! there are a lot of things to look forward to this year, and i'm sooo excited. i'm not entirely sure what those exact things are, but i think i kind of have a clue. or, rather, it's in the back of my head. things are moving, happening, in transition... to some really good things. i'm feelin' it.

feel it with me.

xo.

hug longer, love louder

i'm fortunate enough to be living only five blocks from the beach. and when i get home from work early enough to see it, this is what i'm gifted with.

how does one not feel grateful to see this at the end of a busy workday, or any day, really? it's a constant reminder that there's so much more than the little things that make us worry, stress, and get frazzled about.

(no filter, not photoshopped, btw) 

on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam

“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.” 

-Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot

the nature of

"mae, you think too much."

a few of my friends have said this to me recently, and guess what? they're all of the male species! are men really that simple? i mean, yes, i already know that they don't over-analyze the way women do. and they probably don't think much about details. as far as i know, a guy only thinks about what he should have for dinner (while scratching his balls). oh, and sex. one friend told me to STOP IT! the other said there was nothing wrong with it, that i was only looking out for myself while being considerate to others.

i'm going to quiet the mind now.