we're just moments.

Closure.

Sat, 25 May 2013 10:33:00 -0400

Something about rainy days..
They always seem to trigger a stream of thought that lies otherwise dormant.

The question of many to me, and many to many, lingers: do ya miss it (college)? Driving past BU/stuvi just now, the first time I saw it after commencement weekend, I realize that actually, yeah, I do miss it. And that’s with the caveat that “it” is so hard to carve into words, and everyone, and I mean everyone, will have such a different experience during the four years called college.

College for me was.. hard.
It was so much different than what I imagined, aka much much harder, but looking back—it was also much better and far more worth it. I am proud and satisfied of the people I met here, and at Wellesley, northeastern, two study abroads, and of course—the yags too. I hope that one day when I look back, all of the moments of pain will translate into some kind of profound wisdom. But for now, I am so so so excited.. for life. The things to come will be far greater than all that has come to pass. I’m still a firm believer of “the best is yet to be.”

Four years.
Is a season. Is a chapter. Is a lifetime. Four years fly by. It’s weird now that there won’t be as time-centric milestones anymore. I imagine that time will become more of a variable continuum.

Four years, and I’m finally able to have closure with college. It has taken much confusion, effort, strife, and the endless pouring of love and support from cherished people, but I now have nothing left but love for BU, its people, its toils, its joys. I have nothing left but love for my past four years.

Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, Lost and Found : The New Yorker

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 21:08:04 -0400

Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, Lost and Found : The New Yorker:

Experts tell us the meaning of what they haven’t seen; poets and novelists tell us the meaning of what they haven’t seen, either, but have somehow managed to fully imagine. Maybe the literature of terrorism, from Conrad to Updike (and let us not forget Tolstoy, fascinated by the Chechens), can now throw a little light on how apparently likable kids become cold-hearted killers. Acts of imagination are different from acts of projection: one kind terrifies; the other clarifies.

Why Boston's Hospitals Were Ready : The New Yorker

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 22:36:30 -0400

Why Boston's Hospitals Were Ready : The New Yorker

"Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and..."

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 12:21:09 -0400

“Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.”

- Francois de La Rochefoucauld (via sorakeem)

thedapperproject: “Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as...

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 19:53:07 -0400

thedapperproject:

“Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.”

— Marc Hack

i suck at updates.

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 21:52:32 -0400

SO MUCH has been going on lately: start of week 2 as full-time, moving back, moving in, retrieving my things from three places, first couple nights without blankets or sheets, transitioning into young adult ministry, catching up with people, et al. there’s so much to process and i feel like i’ve barely even scratched the surface. i’ve been re-reading my red moleskine from this past summer—the best summer i have had, EVER. and i read an excerpt i copied from the novel, The Shack.. an excerpt that speaks so much truth into what is going through my heart right now:

Paradigms power perception, and
perceptions power emotions.

Most emotions are responses to perception—what you think is true about a given situation. If your perception is false, then your emotional response to it will be false too. So check your perceptions, and beyond that check the truthfulness of your paradigms—what you believe. Just because you believe something firmly doesn’t make it true. Be willing to reexamine what you believe. The more you live in the truth, the more your emotions will help you see clearly. But even then, you don’t want to trust them more than Me.

My favorite place. Ever.

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 08:15:20 -0500

My favorite place. Ever.

oldblueeyes: CS Lewis: To love at all (x)

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 20:25:48 -0500

oldblueeyes:

CS Lewis: To love at all (x)

too. good. my little dongsengs are too funny.

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 16:28:57 -0500

too. good.

my little dongsengs are too funny.

” _ _ years of faithfulness” on november 23rd, i was...

Tue, 04 Dec 2012 11:43:00 -0500

birthday weekend in a polaroid nutshell.

made decorations for the mother's visit.

<3 x ∞

why thank-you Menton! best restaurant, everrr.

brunch date 1

brunch date 2

brunch drinks. best. concept. hands down.

MFA!

boo! through a gold curtain :)

perfect ending to her last night.

” _ _ years of faithfulness”

on november 23rd, i was finally able to place the number two & one in that phrase. impossible. unbelievable. not real. that time would fly by as it has. never in my wildest dreams would i ever have imagined that i would be where i am right now, with the things that i have seen, having experienced the things that i have gone through, having met the people i have met. twenty-one years! 7,665 days and 183,960 hours. twenty-one years of what feels like an infinite number of lifetimes. twenty-one years of the ebb and flow of fortunes. twenty-one years of the marriage between past and present. and yet, twenty-one years is (still) only the beginning.

of course, not to negate all that has come to pass, but i feel like i’m standing in what some would call a “fresh start.” perhaps it’s because i’m segway-ing into a new social scene, with friends, old acquaintances, and co-workers alike. perhaps it’s because i am graduating. perhaps it’s because my most immediate and foreseeable future is at a company i love, with people i love. perhaps it is all of these things. but most importantly, through prayer and support, with encouragements and supplication, through sharing and the unraveling of my heart and past, He continues to redeem the things unthinkable that are buried in the hidden depths of my heart.

thank-you thank-you thank-you—
to all those who have been so quick to listen when i deserved judgement, to those who put up with my internal insanity that claws its way out in various forms of a monster, to those who were and still are patient with my healing, to those who sent encouraging words my way via conversations, letters + notes, emails, texts, to those who loved on me even when it was hard to.

Through love, through friendship,
a heart lives more than one life.

lermontov.

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 22:58:48 -0500

It is sad to see a youth lose his fondest hopes and dreams, when the rosy tulle through which he had looked upon the acts and feelings of men is torn aside before him, even though there is hope that he will replace his old delusions by new ones, no less fleeting but also no less sweet. No wonder that the heart hardens and the soul folds up.

Photo

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 22:55:52 -0500

untitled-mag: The Little Prince in braille

Mon, 26 Nov 2012 22:58:17 -0500

untitled-mag:

The Little Prince in braille

wake-up call.

Thu, 22 Nov 2012 21:30:00 -0500

I’m thankful for faith, family, friends, and the determination, strength, and courage to fight for what I believe in, unflaggingly, while countless others follow the mob that is our society, our government, and our economy, blinded by lack of honor, shortsightedness, cowardice, corruption, greed, deceit, laziness, and arrogance. A society controlled by brands and trivial trends, unimaginative and entitled, one that will collapse on top of itself, until we start to seek out the truth. After five years of closely following bouts of global unrest mired with recession and deleveraging, man has no one to blame but himself. The fall of man goes hand in hand with his loss of values and grasp of reality. Today, one mob simply mocks the other, both completely devoid of the desire and the strength to uncover the truth, which itself is our only savior. No one seems to have the time to think anymore, or reason.

very. well. put.

aseaofquotes: Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse

Sat, 17 Nov 2012 17:29:48 -0500

aseaofquotes:

Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse

where oh where does my uncle get these emoticon ideas. ?!

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 21:44:27 -0500

where oh where does my uncle get these emoticon ideas.

i’ve been thinking about this a lot...

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 17:52:04 -0500

i’ve been thinking about this a lot lately—perspectives and ripple effects. this word/definition perfectly articulates my ever-wandering thoughts.

first Sandy, then Athena, and now Brutus?!

Thu, 08 Nov 2012 09:02:18 -0500

wtf.

aseaofquotes: Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me cratered..

Tue, 06 Nov 2012 20:21:26 -0500

aseaofquotes:

Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

cratered..

carashin: Christmas lights Soon :]

Tue, 06 Nov 2012 10:55:49 -0500

carashin:

Christmas lights

Soon :]