February 2012
13 posts
somos pokos pero lokos
“When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your...”
– “Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair,” Jeanann Verlee (via clavicola)
“Fucking bitch.”
– Cody Marshall, as a gust of wind blew over his pizza plate
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Walking home alone borracha by choice llorando en el fono.
“You are not your bra size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the...”
– (via margieezy)
January 2012
10 posts
Dropping a class, so no more midterm.
Grateful for the people in my life.
Someone set up an account with my information and transferred $1500 out of my bank account.
Chillin in my apartment with my music blasting and pants off.
Still a 9.5/10
Night walker.
There’s almost nothing as fulfilling for me than to be able to walk by myself and look at the sky. Especially here in La Jolla, where the lights are mandated to be an odd shade of orange in order to protect some biological marine species or whatnot. The nights have become a new way to track time, and that the immensity of the night sky has become my new sunrise.
Until I moved here, I never...
And, just...fuck.
Can we not play that one game where you drag me through the depths of doubt and my own insecurities?
Make yourself useful for once and help me decide between utter annoyance, adoration or apathy because going between the three gets a little tiresome.
Or put me out of this misery and give me a reason to hate you.
Your move.
“You were given life; it is your duty to find something beautiful within life, no...”
– Elizabeth Gilbert (via bovineeyes)
I had a fantastic day. I love everything and...
And i’m 100% sober.
This winter break I’ve isolated myself a lot more than I expected. I spent most of it asleep, by myself and in other states of mind. I needed it. They say it’s not good for humans, who by nature are social beings, to keep to themselves for too long…they get crazy right? Maybe I am crazy; I am crazy. But in my time alone, I’ve self-reflected so much. So much that I’ve...
2011
Was a year for personal growth and a lot of self reflection. A lot of postmodern bullshit, which was a lot to go through, but with the help of a few key individuals I’ve been at some of the lowest and some of the highest (quite literally) points of my life, and I’d trade the experiences for nothing, except maybe a few bricks of cocaine and dolce salato gelato. Just kidding.
I had a...
December 2011
41 posts
Why I don't party in Mexico. →
I don’t mean to sound preachy, but if you smoke, there’s absolutely no reason you should be buying product that goes through Mexico especially in states where it’s legalized for medical use. Buy local, it’s better quality and you can be sure it’s not laced with anything, not contributing to the billions of dollars being spent against drug trafficking, the disgusting...
codystatus asked: You are killed and Death lets you choose a game to challenge him at for another chance at life. What game do you choose?
Respect goes out to the parents who came here with...
codystatus:
Respect goes out to the parents who came here with nothing, worked for everything, gave us everything and asked for nothing.
This is a problematic-ass statement.
In case you didn’t know:
The idea that meritocracy (The supposed American Dream) has been within reach, and the underlying assumption that the ideal parents in question are in fact, real is an idea that has been used...
“It takes great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and...”
– Oscar Wilde (via ivanxx
)
I love that old man.
Despite his boring lectures,
those 6 books I bought and hardly read,
my awkward powerpoint about yerba mate,
and the overall disappointment I had in learning what an uninteresting country Argentina actually is.
He had his head in the right place.
A- in HILA 120.
Now I’m just worried about the other ones…
Scrooge is underrated.
It’s Christmas time again, and I’m sad to say that every time it rears its cheery little head at me, I find it less and less exciting, less enthralling. It’s become a chore to haul dusty ornaments and miscellaneous knick-knacks from the depths of the garage, for me to decorate a tree alone and reflect on how each handmade ornament meant something to me once. It’s like an...
My mom just walked in, gave me a thong and left.
It’s times like these when I realize we are, indeed, related.