for a moment, nothing happened. then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.

black & blue. permanently black and blue for you.

"i am thinking i want you" "You Want Me?" "That's all. I want you."

Androgynous.

RUB ME THE WRONG WAY

This is also why i blogger,
who wants to read thissss!
haha.


Ohhh, but iubvnqeuvbakjv :)
<3 Senior Year!

I've been walking all day with a rock in my shoe.

FIRST.This Weather.

Sleeping innn, Skipping morning practice, on all the right days!:)
(everyone else was sent home
as soon as they got there hahaha.)
Swim Meet being cancelled, yipee!



Layla. [: i've missed her.
someone whispered "You. Enchant Me."
Uncreepily.





I saw all my friends, todayyy
After School & it was like
Love-love-love-love. {:

Before that!
Got ocmpliment from my teacher!
My hardass, but delicate sincere
teacher.

She said Ahh you will make..Oh
crap. i forgot!
Oh "an excellent designer" i was like.
whaaaaa!?? :o :3

Best Freaking Compliment.

wait a minute!
No! before that i was walking out of the restroom
caught with Paloma & idk her friend ahhh made me feel amazing complimenting me on factors, matters & antics that i honor.Value.
think he might be gay.

He  likes  "My look"- specified originality.
and "deveras, pareces unica, te ves que vas hacer...Disenadora.." :)

UNDER
FASHION.

in Yearbook.
my picture. THERE.



 it was enlightening. Hearing people praise?
no, haa blown away by them being, baffled, in-awe.. of me..sssilly




So many Asking,

for a piece of me "Something.. Anything."

After School was
Euphoria.
Last period to getting home.

The Frosting.

Lugares en donde fuistes amado

look around there's no affection, only infection.

"I love you"

yeah, no.
those words blurrrrr the points, cease to highlight those misconceptions and
(i only liked 1 person, for a very long time.)
Felt the need to justify that..

..ANYWAY. it sure as hell doens't clean up any mess!
BUt adds to the confusion and distress and lost-hopeful feeling that wears and tears on relationships.

One must remember,..you're adding a snuggly blanket
of redemption, and history and blah.

you got it.

WHUT JUST HAPPENED.

what's on my mind? phenomenology.what we know of the world is what our consciousness can say about it because of what it has perceived. And nothing else.

ALL KNOWLEDGE IS NEARLY REFLECTIVE OF CONSCIOUSNESS
exploring it's own self.

Nothing more than,
Endless monologue of consciousness.
perhaps a hard-core autism.

Phenomenology.
A discipline.
it includes
-perception
-imagination
-emotion
-desire&
-action.

Thought it was pretty interesting.
It's more than just reflecting.
You analyze everything in a first person point of view.
I do this so often. And had no idea.
discouraging sob's.

.....parental's auditaries MUST.
BE,
Broken.
they defeat the purpose of asking their own questions, because they never fucking listen.

sprayed layla wiht febreeze, so then i sprayed myself.

not overwhelmed.

feel a weight.swimming is my greatets passion, right now, even before it All became disastrous.
weight.late.fate.bait.kate.nate.mate.cape.fape!
hysteria.
this is all, just a bunch of words?
what is with me. when i went to chicago, i wasn't happy, why.
i realized. that whether i move there or not for school, it isn't always just going to be that fun ride, i always get out of it from hanging with fam.

right now i'm a little bit..
idk, nostalgic ?no, that's not it.

i love books!they're the collest thing in the world.
becasue i get so much out of it. i don't just grow, it installs a deeper rooted confidence, and sharpens my wits.


KAIROS

GREEK CONCEPT.

the right moment

"kairos is the intuition of the moment"
i need to start sharing stuff liek this.online, hdvhoshv;weoixf.

Ruinned.
ruinned?
"jesus, what have i done?" no, it's not that.silly girl go away.shoe.

NEW EPIPHANY
it flatters my pride to note that


... i am very attentive to the movements of body's these days.


PHENOMENOLOGY: is nothing more than the solitary; endless monologue of consciousness, a hard-core autism that no real.. kitty..would ever importune.

sin nombre.

RIMA LIII


intro:pero mudo y absorto y de rodillas,
como se adora a Dios ante su altar,
como yo te he querido... desengáñate:
¡así no te querrán!


todo alderedor de ti
si existira, pero nuca mas
y lo que estoy escribinedo se queda ..sin nombre.

no se porqur pierdo mi tiempo escribiendo..
sobre illusiones que nunca seran.
-Los mismos
memories engraved in my rain with sucha ttachmwent, that i hope hopelessly que desaparecan!pero, al mismo, su recuerdo.
cuando se acabaran!
pero que al mismo tiempo , me da una esencia e comodidad.
anywyas, this is how i felt.
how i felt.


;when you lose something you can't replace.

A mess.