I have not written in this in ages. Because it is a secret journal and only I read it ( Read more... )

espantado de todo me refugio en ti.- jose marti ( Read more... )

my heart is slowly but surely racking up frequent flyer miles. i am so tired of telling people "i miss you" left and right. bring me back to the left coast and the ocean and drop me in head first. i could care less as long as i'm there. things are going surprisingly well. chicago in 11 days. gch hangs in september (my mother is more excited than i ( Read more... )

"if you lie you don't deserve to have friends." i feel like a fucking corpse who's still got a working brain. eating ice cream cones and listening to lua with my mom. nothing feels right. my heart is scattered all across this country; from the left coast (best coast), throughout the midwest, down to the gulf, to the edges of the atlantic and back ( Read more... )

Today is kind of a mix of the following: Holden Caulfield, "remember the time you drove all night, just to meet me in the morning", warm blanket naps, hoodie walks, flip flops, no make up, old people smell, discussions in spanish whilst falling in love, fraility of life, dancing to jay-z, old times, regaining respect, anxiety attacks, over thinking ( Read more... )

Sometimes you just get so nostalgic that only really old memories can make you feel any better about the future. Like it's all moving so fast that you have to get back into your head and try to remember how everything used to feel to see if maybe you can cultivate that feeling again and not feel so wierd about everyone and everything that is going ( Read more... )

busybusybusybusywithnothingandeverythingreally ( Read more... )