Time.
Jiahleen Roungchun.
UCSD, Class of '14.
Full of wonder at the world.
Learning every day. Moving forward.
0307: The best & the only exception ♡
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I crave your touch, your skin, your warmth, your scent, your smile.

I crave you, with every moment I wait for the tram, every sun ray that lands on my face, every step I take on these streets, every time I lay my head on my pillow.

I refuse to forget how it feels to have you in  my arms.

é  0  û    —    2:19am

When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

— Ann Druyan (via whats-out-there)

calumashtons:

me: *gets jealous*
me: chill

é  24782  û    —    9:22pm

And when you choose a life partner, you’re choosing a lot of things, including your parenting partner and someone who will deeply influence your children, your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 100 vacations, your primary leisure time and retirement friend, your career therapist, and someone whose day you’ll hear about 18,000 times.

Intense shit.

— Wait But Why - How to Pick Your Life Partner

Even taking these numbers into consideration,
I would still choose you.

saddeer:

this is the happiest I’ve been in a long time

i hope you fall in love with someone who makes you question why you ever thought you would be better off alone

é  1355675  û    —    2:59am

afternoonsnoozebutton:

Aila Wang, niece of Alexander Wang, is my new favorite person

Oh my god *____*

Missing you comes in waves.

Tonight I’m drowning.

— Hannah Taylor, “Waves” (via unabashinglyme)

What I would give to have you walk hand in hand with me down these cobble stoned streets, beside the aged walls that have stood for centuries, through the wafts of freshly made food emanating from corner to corner, beneath the flawlessly blue sky dappled with angel clouds, with the sunlight basking us in all its warmth, amongst all the beauty that this small city offers.

I simply cannot imagine how much more wonderful this place would be if you were here with me.

é  1  û    —    10:00pm
Un jour.

Un jour.

Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
— 

Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

(via sadjailbait)

I can’t think of anything but nights with you.
— Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald, 1919 (via cybergirlfriend)

spring-of-mathematics:

Mathematics and Traditional Cuisine

The mathematics of Pasta: A process analysis to find unity, formulas and ways to express structure mathematics of pasta shapes, by their mathematical and geometric properties.
See more at: The Maths of Pasta by George L. Legendre - The article by By Ryan King

Image: 

  • 'Pasta By Design' - Created by a team of designers, ‘Pasta by Design’ book reveals the hidden mathematical beauty of pasta: its geometrical shapes and surfaces are explained by mathematical formulae, drawings and illustrations.
  • Animated gifs - From video: The traditional pasta making techniques used at Della Terra Pasta by Chris Becker [Video] - shared at here.

(Type of Pasta - From left to right:  Agnolotti - Tortellini - Saccottini - Sagne Incannulate - Pappardelle)