Salt Water.

“Nobody can say anything about you. Whatsoever people say is about themselves.

But you become very shaky, because you are still clinging to a false center. That false center depends on others, so you are always looking to what people are saying about you. And you are always following other people, you are always trying to satisfy them. You are always trying to be respectable … This is suicidal.” —osho

berkeley: accepted.

never in a million years did i think UC Berkeley would offer me admission.

also, for the record, davis: rejected.

“Some people are horse people, some people love cows. For me, there’s just something about goats. I love their sense of humor.

“All my goats had names. Lester was my beloved wether. He was the original party animal. He drank beer; you’d put a bottle up to him and he’d just suck it down. He loved to be in a smoke-filled room, had a great time one year at a New Year’s Eve party. And my nephew used to ride around on him,” Bob recalls. “My goat Nibby loved to look at the stars. I swear. I’d go into the barn at night and count goats and start worrying, because one was missing. Then I’d go out into the yard, and there she’d be—only on clear nights—looking up at the stars. She was kind of a loner. Then there was Claire, the trouble maker. She loved to get inside the house and eat out of the fruit bowl” he continued.

“Sometimes I would take the goats for a walk in the woods. They loved that. Some people have trouble with goats, but I never did,” Bob remembers. “I believe that if you treat goats like stupid animals, they will act stupid. But when they have a little bit of social contact, they’re happy.”

time to start dreaming in the present, baby.

the most beautiful perfume of orange blossoms and jasmine blossoms is coming through my window right now. this right here = the smell of summer, to me :)