April 2011
1 post
“we won’t stop, until somebody calls the cops, and even then we’ll...”
– kimya dawson
January 2011
1 post
eh
if the body is our vessel, let’s take turn exploring unknown truths, like tourists, snapping away at interesting looking objects.
i’d explore your kidneys, poking at them and making you pee. caressing your lungs, changing your breathing pattern. i’ll be floating in your stomach acids, gasping for breath, burning, but loving the fact that i’m inside of you.
because i need...
December 2010
10 posts
“we shot up love in our veins til we created doped up heartbeats.”
“I wish my ears could serve as microphones so you’d be able to resonate...”
WatchDad poem. Don’t mind the hair, i just came from work.
7 tags
WatchThis is my first upload. It’s inspired by Jimmy Dean commercials, among other things.
this probably only makes sense to me.
hearts. beat. hearts. beat. hearts. beat.
heartbeats, together. beat. suddenly, striking each note firmly. we are an orchestra, playing symphonies. we are, we are so much.
we were, we could be.
depending at what time and place your mind’s in. because heartbeats, are always beating. but it’s only certain times in which our hearts. beat. hearts beat.
our heartbeats beated together....
Being vulnerable is just a weapon of self-destruction.
June 2010
2 posts
3 tags
nutella and a spoon is all you really need.
“i’m just tryna change the world. that’s all.”
May 2010
3 posts
the name of this blog
dream big baby.
see successful images of your self, uneraseable smiles, true bliss.
see not the idea of marriage, but the idea of true love.
see happy children who resemble you, dream big.
imagine yourself changing the world, with a simple thought of change and passion to do whatever it takes.
see change happen, because you have the power, baby. dream big.
dream til you confuse your reality...
this is what stress does to poetry.
the sun be shining but im lingering in the darkness. sadness tryna hide it.
and the loneliness is attaching like adhesive actively placed on me, it’s like a vrius spreading. cologging my larynx and im going for my last breath to speak. maybe im just stressed.
maybe the negative images are just disillusions, mocking me, displacing me form the things i wanna be.
im in a world of crowds of...
my current feeling of blehness.
Just living in the struggle, the trouble of dealing losing feeling, my thoughts are like bananas and my ideas are just peeling to be properly placed on grounds of nothingness and the stress just accumulating in my own little black abyss.
and sometimes every kiss and hug barely heals and sweet seconds of laughter rarely changes how i feel. maybe i was meant to feel this way. im in this...
April 2010
4 posts
“There is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself, who knows she is...”
“If I could punch you, I would crush you.”
i’m infatuated with my dreams. enamoured, fully devoted to my high hopes. call me that optimist that’s gonna get her goals crushed and grind to be converted to ashes blown away by the wind. but nahh, i’ll be climbing the mountain tops screaming. “SUCK ON THIS, I MADE IT!”
a single day with d-man on demand.
dried lips pressed against dried lips. dead skins cells falling on warm bedsheets. we hear the distant voices of family members from your sliding door, but they are distant.
we are in our own world, me and you. simply skin against skin coping in our own way from heavy disappointments. smiles reflecting from the roaring television, happiness finally being completed. downloaded, importing into our...
March 2010
3 posts
fuck sundays.
too tired to move, to shower, to contemplate for tomorrow. im stuck in my own misery of too much sleep.
xxxunmasked: when we're 90, we'll be watching True Life and Jersey Shore
xxtearsofblue: "AH I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE YOUNG'NS WITH OUR GUIDO ITALIAN REALITY SHOWS AND 'TRUE LIFE: I HAVE A FOOT FETISH' RERUNS"
xxxunmasked: "AHH THOSE WERE THE--*dentures fall out*, *places dentures back* GOOD TIMES! WHAT IS MILEY CIRUS ON, HER 100TH BABY?!?! WHAT A WHORRRR."
xxxunmasked: "THAT VAMPIRE GUY FROM TWILIGHT DIED YESTERDAY...WHAT'S HIS NAME.. PABLO?"
A Little Truth About Life.
life is crazy, ain’t she? hold her in places that she don’t want to be held, tell her secrets she don’t want to know. doubt her existence. your existence in her. imagining life as a blissful young girl. a first love. but she’s plainly a bitch. taking you in control, taking hold of you. and you don’t know what to do, but follow the wrath of a true bitch. enjoy the...
February 2010
6 posts
random blabber about writing love poems.
i want to write corny love poetry. use words like hearts and souls, forever and a day.
but i dont know if i can explain all of this in words.
take feelings inside of me, convert them to 26 letters merging feelings with vocabulary, english spanish, italian. take warmth, into linguistic definition. take kisses categorize them in greatness. i really don’t know if i can do this.
i dont know...
love pumping through heart rates exceeding miles…
i miss you too i’ll run miles through highways and streets, deserted roads and close homes.
i’ll make it somehow.
14767.) I'm so happy, I fucking want to shove an...
(via blogsecret)
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^ this is what making out in an office looks like.
“deadbeat dads disappear in the minds of their children. we will rise, fatherless...”
– D.Morales
January 2010
37 posts
“You can spend minutes, hours,
days, weeks or even months
over-analyzing a...”
– Pac
thanks for reblogging my video guys. i love you all! :)
i’ll def post more of my future perfomances. :)
fuck valentine’s day. one day to show your “love”. one day to give cheap ass walgreens chocolates, one day to give roses that die in a few days, to say hallmark cliches. fuck that day. it’s some americanized bullshit. like every other fucking holiday. fuck .99 cent hallmarks, and those valentine day hearts. fuck teddy bears, holding a stupid ass heart probably made at a...
I’m loved but I could love myself more.
stressed.
“No fornicating cause we relating above the physical, like through our kisses, we...”
– New poem I’m working on
“People say grow some balls, but in truth balls are really small, so strength...”
– Stupid quote by me.
ariana.
you’re gorgeous. i can’t get you out of my mind. your small and delicate being amazes me. your innocence is beyond holy. you are beautiful. i can’t wait to see you again. i guess i just had to hold you to know that no matter what, you will always be my little sister.
jan 11th.
today my “baby sister” was born, and i honestly don’t care. i really blame my dad for me not caring. i really seen his girlfriend 3 times. once was a coincidence, cause i saw him at the health clinic. the other one was at her baby shower. and the third time was when i slept over that one time. like sure, she’s my sister, but i don’t feel like she is. i feel like...
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Young feminist blog. kick asss.
feb 5th.
i’m performing again. my dad was suppose to come on friday, but he didn’t. and shit, it hurt so much. there’s dads that live in a different country, so they never establish a relationship with their kids. there are dads that also live in a different state, so once again, that relationship is hard. my dad lives less than 2 miles away from me, and we have yet to create a...
