It feels like coming home. (at Tavern at the Beach)

It feels like coming home. (at Tavern at the Beach)

At least I’ve taught one of the right. #gonoles #ucsd #heartmelts

At least I’ve taught one of the right. #gonoles #ucsd #heartmelts




credit: itkindarhymeswithcoma

Ok. Seriously going to try to update my personal blog regularly.

Here’s some pics from my first day of grad school.

Will write a more detailed post about where I’m at soon.

New Personal Blog

Hello Dear Followers…I know I haven’t been on tumblr in ages, and it would take a really long time for me to explain what my hiatus has been about…and I’m not entirely sure myself at the moment.

But, in honor of my imminent departure for graduate school at the brilliant University of California San Diego, I have made a new personal blog which will document my journey to La Jolla (driving with my best friend), and my subsequent years of graduate school as I work on my PhD in chemical biology.


i think i’m falling for you
but i can’t see the ground for your face

i think i’m falling for you
when i want to show you all the beauty
you bring to me

i think i’m falling for you
because you make my heart leap
you make my face smile
and your words make flowers grow

i think i’m falling for you
i hurt when you hurt and
share in your wordless frustration

i think i’m falling for you
falling into a love i didn’t know existed.

Webinar: But Who am I Without My Eating Disorder? : Reclaiming Your Identity in Recovery | The Renfrew Center

The Renfrew Center offers free monthly webinars on various eating disorder topics. My accountability partner said we should both do it…so I’m attending.

Will you?

Love After Love

The time will come 
when, with elation 
you will greet yourself arriving 
at your own door, in your own mirror 
and each will smile at the other’s welcome, 

and say, sit here. Eat. 
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart 
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you 

all your life, whom you ignored 
for another, who knows you by heart. 
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, 

the photographs, the desperate notes, 
peel your own image from the mirror. 
Sit. Feast on your life. 

-Derek Walcott

Off to therapy.

Back at it after almost two years. =/

Wish me luck.