And though I never saw it with my eyes, I feel guilt for the blow to that seat of empire throne, and how the sides of a porcelain facade were lacerated with inflictions from a foreign hand. Under the misguidance of a summer sun, my walls crumbled too; they fell as the tides advanced, and the water I deemed poisonous made its way through my mouth, bursted my lungs. Everything faded to black. I came...
Anonymous asked: Do you know Serena?
Seré amable con el, pero espero que entiendas que no me termina de gustar. Saber que una vez el tuvo tu corazón me inquieta y después de la manera que te trató me tendré que aguantar las ganas de partirle la madre cuando lo vea. Pero bueno. Todo por ti.
So I’m late by a day. I never was super keen on celebrating thanksgiving, mostly because of the food. All I ever wanted was to get a pizza and ——, but my family always made turkey. We’re not even American. I spent last thanksgiving with Paulina. The day started off somber and I went to the gym out of pure habit and not because I actually had the energy or will to attend....
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It’s a pitiful moment when you realize you don’t want to listen to an album because of the memories it brings back. Katherine is knitting me a scarf. I’m playing Squash tonight for the first time in months.
My thoughts are leading me to my heaven and my parents’ hell. I aim to pursue. Initially, the idea was easy to suppres, but it can’t help flourishing in transit and confinement. Boundaries become less insignificant by the day. Young and indecisive. I couldn’t tell you wanted;I have everything I need. I stood on the very edge of the subway platform just to feel that rush again...
kathefail asked: Why are you so cute?
Hours of wealth.
Another scrapped post; about two Word pages worth of text. Placed my last period and asked myself if anyone genuinely cares about this or if it would be better to keep it all in my head again. Is it selfish? I just hate everything I write now. It’s stale and uninspired, but it’s not like I lack the inspiration. A muse hundreds of miles away should provide me with enough to lock myself...
You ever get those messages that make you want to smash your phone against the wall? Me quedaré con las ganas.
I have nothing to blog about anymore.
The city is eating away at my soul.