N. Lindsey

I’m off to become a woman of the wilderness, I’ll be back Saturday with photos videos and stories galore. ciao!

yo, you aren’t talking to me about your feelings and I don’t wanna force you to so I’m taking to Tumblr to tell you that I think you deserve better and I think you’re worth more than maybe you think you are and you’re cool and maybe you made mistakes but you can’t repent for them forever. it’s called forgiveness and someone has to do it eventually. but I love you dude so if you’re happy I’m happy.

but I don’t think you’re happy so I’m not happy so cheer up already.

my friend has just blown my mind by showing me that I can use manual focus on my Canon T3 as I take a video

oh my GOD.

the gates to the land of possibilities have just opened and I am running through them at fullspeed.

yumaah:

I just want to live it.

someone comes home tomorrow!
And by “home”, I mean back to my bed.
Haaaaah, just kidding.

The other day, while it was pouring rain in Palo Alto, I left my phone in Holly’s car so I went back to get it and everyone else continued on ahead.  As I walked to the salon alone, I looked at the shops and restaurants around me and realized how very little I know about the streets of this town.  I live here yet I’m still a stranger to the intimacies of what makes this place here.  This street corner, to me, is still just a street corner.  This road is just a road.  This building, just a building.  It was the same when I was in San Francisco, the closest city to me. 

In Hawaii, this street corner is where I sat next to him and threw my arm around his shoulder to reassure him that things will be okay.  This road is where we laid in the middle of at midnight.  This stretch of the coast is the one that gave us the most beautiful view of the stars on New Year’s.  This tree is where I stood the moment of my first kiss.  This rock is what we jumped off of that one crazy summer.  This ramen shop is the ramen shop you reached across the table to hold my hand and reassure me that, “See?  We’re okay.”  This field is where I gave a speech then received my high school diploma.  This warehouse is where I was betrayed.  This place, this island, is meaningful and familiar.  It’s home.

I’m two-thirds of the way done with my freshman year of college.  The past seven months have been brief but filled to the brim.  By the time the next three years have passed, these places—Stanford University, Palo Alto, San Francisco—will no longer be strangers.  It’s both strange and thrilling to think about how much can and will happen before that time comes.  But I’m not rushing it.  I’m in love with my life and every moment that passes continues to convince me I need to take advantage of every breath as much as possible. 

trippy wallpaper at Frjtz

The origin of San Francisco!
“Sun, moon, sky, village, friend, alive: we eat, drink, sing and dance.”

our hipster cool ice-cream man 

The most beautiful place in the city: the Palace of Fine Arts.

new glasses for prince raja oh yeaaaah

crepe vine for lunch chee

this is jenny, the miracle worker who cuts jacob’s hair and then cut my hair and now holly’s and raja’s as well

holly! with bangs!

this is me upset because the bookstore only sold the first and third book of the hunger games trilogy. wtf. 

and then we watched THE HUNGER GAMES,
which was glorious.
So all in all,
it was a grand day.