The way he walks: 12 de mayo de 2015
We walked around the city last night after smoking paraguayo, which still had an earthy, thick smell of real marihuana, and the whole time all I could think about was the way he walks and what it says about his…
Sitting on the patio alone: 28 de enero de 2015
Sitting on the patio alone in the shade with a lukewarm coffee. Today is sunny but there’s a luxurious cool breeze rustling the hair on my arms and whisking away any negative thoughts that flicker into being. Such as the…
Jesús María: 21 de enero de 2015
I keep putting off writing about the other night when we went to Jesús María, where there is a rodeo or something but we never went to it. Instead we bought cheap sangria in this huge night street market and…
He moves slow and full of care: 05 de mayo de 2015
I have found someone that touches me right. For this small moment, at least. He moves slow and full of care. Never have I been lost so quickly in that touch sense without thought, without thinking of the next move.…
My pupils must be vibrating: 03 de enero de 2014
I can’t stop laughing, it’s like I literally don’t know what I’m saying. I don’t know how long is appropriate to look at someone. I’m so jittery my whole chest and shoulders feel like white light is bursting in tiny…