he wrote about patients with vision disorders.. now he is one of them. one of my favorite writers and neurologists, Mind Reading: An Interview with Oliver Sacks

tomorrow I'll be me again. but right now my brain feels like pins and needles and my skin is numb and this leftover headache wants 21 hours of uninterrupted sleep

remember when

"Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up".

cateva lectii de viata

"Avem timp. Avem timp pentru toate. Sa dormim, sa alergam in dreapta si-n stanga, sa regretam c-am gresit si sa gresim din nou,
sa-i judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine,
avem timp sa citim si sa scriem, sa corectam ce-am scris, sa regretam ce-am scris, avem timp sa facem proiecte si sa nu le respectam,
avem timp sa ne facem iluzii si sa rascolim prin cenusa lor mai tarziu.

Avem timp pentru ambitii si boli, sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele,
avem timp sa privim norii, reclamele sau un accident oarecare,
avem timp sa ne-alungam intrebarile, sa amanam raspunsurile,
avem timp sa sfaramam un vis si sa-l reinventam
Avem timp pentru toate.

Nu e timp doar pentru putina tandrete. Cand sa facem si asta, murim. Am invatat unele lucruri in viata pe care vi le impartasesc si voua

Am invatat ca nu poti face pe cineva sa te iubeasca.
Tot ce poti face este sa fii o persoana iubita. Restul … depinde de ceilalti.
Am invatat ca, oricat mi-ar pasa mie, altora s-ar putea sa nu le pese.
Am invatat ca dureaza ani sa castigi incredere
si ca doar in cateva secunde poti sa o pierzi.
Am invatat ca nu conteaza CE ai in viata, ci PE CINE ai.
Am invatat ca, oricum ai taia, orice lucru are doua fete.
Am invatat ca trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cu cuvinte calde: s-ar putea sa fie ultima oara cand ii vezi.
Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult timp dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti.
Am invatat ca eroi sunt cei care fac ce trebuie, cand trebuie, indiferent de consecinte.
Am invatat ca sunt oameni care te iubesc dar nu stiu s-o arate.
Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua sa existe chiar si la distanta.
Iar asta este valabil si pentru iubirea adevarata.
Am invatat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea tu, nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul.
Am invatat ca, indiferent cat de bun iti este un prieten, oricum te va rani din cand in cand, iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta.
Am invatat ca nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fii iertat de altii.
Cateodata trebuie sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine insuti.
Am invatat ca, daca doi oameni se cearta, nu inseamna ca nu se iubesc si nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se iubesc.
Am invatat ca uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe primul loc si nu faptele sale.
Am invatat ca viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva ore, de catre oameni care nici nu te cunosc.
Am invatat ca, si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai nimic de dat, cand te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-l ajuta.
Am invatat sa iubesc ca sa pot sa fiu iubit."

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
Time flies, and hours become days, and days become months. Time flies and the hours are filled with stress and the days are filled with worry. It's time to take the fighting gloves off, because time flies.

three tomatoes are walking down the street. mom tomato, dad tomato, and kid tomato. as they're walking the little tomato starts to lag behind. dad tomato gets pissed off and goes to the kid tomato and squishes the little tomato flat. ketchup. ketchup.


bummer

where I wanna be

The 3 most common uses for irony

It is day 8 of my trip to CO. Will be heading back to NY in just two days and I am a little reluctant to leave Denver. It's an unusual place, with its extremely normal people and neighborhoods, where everyone smiles and Starbucks is still on every corner.

I logged over 1000 miles in less than 7 days. woooooo! a small stepping stone warmup to the beginning of my cross country road trip plans

Pikes Peak, CO

"without you today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's"

"Everything worth knowing leaves bruises."

I never thought I'd see this but it seems that optometry is in vogue this season:)
such style!

Come away with me...

happy mom's day!

letter to me

dear self,

...in a few years, you won't recognize me. i'm growing and shaping into the woman you want me to become.

...but i'm here now. while you're looking forward to the future, don't neglect me, the part of your dream you are trying to change. because the thing is, without me you won't become your dream. 

...practice more kindness and do good. feed me laughter and let me smell the cherry blossoms.

...your future will always be there, but all you really have is here and now.

love you. love me too.
~me

3 wishes
...summer
...sunshine
...happinesss

Quiero ser, una palabra serena y clara
Quiero ser, un alma libre, de madrugada
Quiero ser un emigrante, de tu boca delirante,
De deseos que una noche convertiste en mi dolor.

Quiero creer, quiero saber, que dormiré a la deriva tuya
Quiero esconderme de miedo y mirar de una vez
Los ojos que tiene la luna

Quiero cantar a la libertad,
y caminar cerca del mar, amarradita siempre a tu cintura,
que esta locura de amarte no puede acabar
por mucho que te entren las dudas
de si eres tú el que me hace tan feliz.

Quiero ser, la que te jure amor eterno.
Quiero ser, una parada en la estación que lleva tu nombre.

Quiero ser el verbo fuego,
quiero andarme sin rodeos, confesarte que una tarde empecé a morir por ti

Quiero creer, quiero saber, que dormiré a la deriva tuya
Quiero esconderme de miedo y mirar de una vez
Los ojos que tiene la luna

Quiero cantar a la libertad,
y caminar cerca del mar, amarradita siempre a tu cintura,
que esta locura de amarte no puede acabar
por mucho que te entren las dudas
de si eres tú el que me hace tan feliz