hehehe these are from the first time i went skydiving like late june. skydiving pictures won't be the most flattering things, as your face is distorted by the rapid speed at which you descend to the earth (i.e. my ear is almost flipping back to afghanistan) YAYAYya836759487589446

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there is that place.

that soft and muddy place where everything is safely covered with moss and vines and dim patches of sunlight only illuminate the positive.that place we run back to when we want an excuse, something to justify the way we are today.
that place for me was the place where i was not only capable, but willing to make mistakes. to ( Read more... )

Parts of Hong Kong are westernized, most of it is fast-paced, and much of it is hypermodern. yet some of it has little pockets with treasures inside that america would have either demolished, renovated, or turned into a money-making tourist attraction.

i went on a 4 mile hike, straight up the steepest incline you could possibly imagine. besides ( Read more... )

be not concerned withthe possibility that the ink of your pen will run dry when it hangs precariously from your fingers. worry more about the consequences of replacing its cap and resting it beyond arms reach on the table.

airports have a way about them. something about the architecture, the cold gray pillars, the seats of the chairs, the wires of the tables; something about their texture, or the way the components are interwoven, make for a grand optical illusion. your eyes search for a second trying to find the center of the object, any “center” of it, and if you ( Read more... )

i was driving to the art museum when i noticed a passing car's radio playing the infamous 80's song that A-ha struck gold with ( Read more... )

i went out to eat dinner with my parents at a restaurant where the waiters and hostesses, like most waiters and hostesses, are more concerned with "hello-ing" prospective stomachs, than "goodbying" those who just forked over their money. i won't use awkward as the word to describe the experience at the dinner table, sitting diagonal from my father ( Read more... )

when you enter my garage from the inside of the house, you can look toward the two dark square blocks that make up each garage door, and see an linear orange glow peeking out from each side. like two tubes of either unnatural radiance, or something mysterious and heavenly. i still haven't figured out where it comes from, because they disappear when ( Read more... )

The only times i can remember really yelling, were the times i yelled at my own father. i felt like counteracting his furious shouting, with my own equally startling vocalizations, was the only way to defend myself. i suppose that's normal. i just hate(d) being yelled at. and it was over something *so* petty, although i think his anger was the ( Read more... )