Living the best moments of my life, and they end June 1st. However I’ll still be in Korea. I feel like this blog has turned into some kind of teenage xanga. I apologize.
I went snowboarding today and did not die!
I’m banning people from sending me candy and sugary products. I cannot handle mexican and american candy. system overload.
Your mom went through so much. My mom has had a mysterious illness for 15 years now that causes her a lot of pain. Ithink what’s more stressful is not knowing whats wrong with you. Best wishes for your mama.
Thank you for the kind words.
I swear that person sent me a message trying to diagnose me with a rando mental illness over another personal post. I ignored it. Just no.
Just curious, why exactly did your mom burn her dresses?
so she wouldn’t be recognized. now go away don’t ask questions I don’t know you.
My mom is a stoic woman who left all her blood relatives except her children behind. Widow by my age. Had to identify her deceased brother in a heap. Burned her dresses everytime a military man stopped to question her. Has an mysterious disease. She just does not express any emotion anymore. When I call her now that Im bringing her to me, I hear joy in her voice. I cant wait to see her reaction to everything here. Its going to be priceless.
Its a shame how much I like you, how little our time is and who you work for
Omg I was called pomo and ostracized by all the Salvadoran FMLNists (USEU) in college because I wanted safe space for queers.
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Espumillas. I used to miss these until I made the mental leap and realized they’re the same outer layer to macarons.
My man wants to take me skiing and it’s May? He’s also leaving the peninsula indefinitely so calling him my man is really awkward too. Since I was 19 my love life is a series of departing airplanes. Like usually it’s me. Sounds dramatic and they can be, but sometimes they’re boring like being in a Sofia Coppola movie kind of way.
It’s either one of two things. Either I don’t settle and I will scour the earth to find and spend every limited minute with someone so far away that I think fits me so well. Or it’s that I’m just a commitment-phobe who can only handle intimacy for intermittent intervals in geographically distant locations.
I think of my first serious feelings for someone. This was years ago and not anyone who reads this blog could gage. Something I can’t even talk about online because he can be a bit of a public figure, and I want to protect me and him from any backlash my candor would likely cause. How in someways I became him, became so much like him that I surpassed him at being him. Or that I just play the game differently. I think about him a lot lately not with longing, but for understanding. He set the gears in my motion to my romantic heart but he didn’t take care of them so now they’re rusted and corroded but still they keep running mechanically even if it is away from him.
I actually told someone in Korea about him for the first time. So much about being over it was never talking about it, especially to anyone who was there. Now that I’m really really far. It’s part of the reason I don’t open up to potential partners so easily. I want to be extremely careful of who I let in, because these people could influence me and my behaviors for years to come. Not saying I’m even that impressionable, but we all know of what can be true, if not almost certain, of someone you truly let in. And I don’t even know if theres the one, but if these people are going to just take up real estate in my psyche forever I want them to contribute in making it a peaceful strong place to mentally live in. This is also incase of the very likely event that we will leave each other, by life or by death.
So here I am guarding the gates to wonder if he’ll get trapped in the sepulcher that is my heart.
Or maybe not everything is suppose to be that intense. lol sorry.