The smell of palo santo: 06 de abril de 2015
There was shoulder-length curly hair and amber smiley eyes, the smell of palo santo, a symbol tattooed on the shoulder, a pierced lip, a smooth laugh, nervous energy, and there I have fallen. A million future memories blur the present…
I feel like such an alien: 27 de diciembre de 2014
I feel like such an alien. I miss Raúl, but I’m mad at him for being so weirdly judgmental in a way. I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing. He has to be with Ximena, who I…
Everything is related until infinity: 23 de abril de 2015
Men just make me so fucking weird, what do they want? What do they think I want, and how does my perspective of their opinion influence my reaction to them, my interactions with them? There are too many spirals circling…
Remember your purpose: 25 de mayo de 2015
Remember your purpose. Carelessness will never be rewarded. You must do everything with utmost thought and precision, dedicated to quality, willing to follow only anything truly just. Don’t let the details trap you, don’t feel bad if you can’t remember…