19. Mexican American. Photographer at Delaware College of Art & Design.
If I'm nothing to you, then I'm not. And If this doesn't feel like anything, it isn't.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
sammye & i.
I might just text you
Turn your phone over
When it’s all over
No settling down
My text go to your screen you know better than that
I come around when you least expect me
I’m sitting at the bar when your glass is empty
You thinking that this song’s coming on to tempt me
I need to be alone like the way you left me
You start calling
You start crying
I come over
I’m inside you
I can’t find you
The girl that I once had
But the sex that we have isn’t half bad
Text say that is not fair
That’s cold boy he’s not here
And imma flirt with this new girl
And Imma call if it don’t work
So we f*ck till it comes to conclusions
All the things that we thought we were losing
I’m a ghost and you know this
Thats why we broke up in the first place
fb.
Why? why do you all of a sudden beg me to see you now that we aren’t together? & i try so hard to not give in! it’s so hard. i want you completely not just pieces of you. i can’t keep doing this. i’m tired of this stupid shit. i really am. i can’t even talk to other people because i’m afraid. why am i afraid?
despite everything i will always care about him.
at the mexico vs wales game, that mexico won :), there was a retired soccer player that is apparently his idol & why he likes the number 11. i called over a guy that was a VIP guest and asked him kindly if he could give the professional player the shirt i had gotten for free from an all-state stand to sign it saying ” for alexis”. the guy was nice enough to not deny me the favor & he brought it back signed for him. He almost cried. i can’t explain in enough words how happy it made me to see him so happy.
i can’t hold a grudge against anyone. people will do what they gotta do.
This is where I write something for you. This is where I sit down and open a vein. This is where I miss you. This is where I try and find the feeling of prickled skin. This is where I push the headphones closer. This is where I tell you what I think. This is where I tell you what I know. This is where I tell you that it’ll all be ok. This is where I talk to a stranger who isn’t a stranger. This is where I keep my peace, hope, love and happiness. This is where the wind blows. This is the mulberry bush. And around and around we go.
i wrote this for you
it’s over.
he needs time to see if he really wants to be with me. well take all the time you want asshole. lets see who visits you everyday to make sure you’re better & does everything for you so your life can be even a little bit easier. you won’t find anyone like me. i promise you that.
really?! :) i would be more than glad to work with you <3 i think i want a better looking background for my business cards. i want to start my own artistic projects too. you should help me :)
i’m trying to worry less & just do what i want. it’s too hard to please everyone. i’ve tried for so long, it’s time to do what i love & what makes me happy. at the end of the day, it’s my life not anyone else’s. of course i’ll try with the limitations my parents give me.
And I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don’t like the rest.
i wrote this for you
My best friend that I met in college just finished designing me a banner for my photography website :). It’s just what it needed to bring it altogether.
When I touch her, my fingers don’t question what she is. My body knows who she is. The strange thing about strangers is that they are unknown and known. There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am. She is a stranger. She is the strange that I am beginning to love.
The Stone Gods, Jeanette Winterson (via helplesslyamazed)
this. is. romance. i absolutely love this. why can’t i explain myself like this? i’m a failed romantic seriously.
(Source: quote-book)
When I’m crazy, you tell me it’s just the chemicals in my brains mixing and unmixing themselves at the wrong time.
When I’m in love, you tell me it’s as real as sunshine and we’re greater than just molecules and air.
So I choose to believe different things, depending on my love. Depending on my chemicals. At the time.
The chemicals in my brain are out of wack & i wish i could be normal sometimes. I feel over sensitive and that’s why I blame myself for things that i have all the right to be mad about. Just because I get really upset it doesn’t mean I don’t have the right to. I have all the right to be mad because you ditched me to go to NYC. I feel like everyone is right you take advantage of the fact that I love you & I’m understanding. That was low. I would never ditch you like that.
