May 2013
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It’s overwhelming,
To see how everything changes.
Longing for that once you waited
Now singing to a different tune;
A melody cordial to many,
But suddenly unrefined to you.
Ask for strength to make amends.
Ask for life to put together the pieces,
To put together the faces
Those that once made you smile.
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April 2013
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A letter to the sisters of Delta Gamma,
Although I am a brother of Alpha Phi Omega, National Co-Ed Service Fraternity, I understand the pressure that involves being a Greek. Although APO is often not recognized by other greek-lettered organizations because of our values, we do have an active brotherhood and understand the issues that weaken and strengthen our chapters. It is because so that I wish to extend my sorry’s and how...
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April 10th 2013
Mischievous Blog Entry
Moving into college and then moving into an apartment has led me to get to know myself in whole new ways. I’ve discovered how I establish routines, how I can actually fend on my own, how to do healthy groceries and cleaning, what makes me happy within my own set-up surroundings, and above all, what makes me tick.
I’ve discovered that the pet peeves I thought...
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March 2013
5 posts
I don’t want a serious relationship. I just want to stop feeling lonely and tired.
I just want someone who can listen to me, and be there when it gets rough. Someone to hold me if I feel I can’t carry on.
Sometimes, at dark hours of the night, life hits you like a train wreck and you think about anything and everything at once—what could be, what could not—sadness strikes you with a fiery blaze. It is at these dark hours that it hurts the most to be alone, not knowing what will happen.
I wish.
February 2013
2 posts
There’s just something so bittersweet in the blade
slitting like a knife to a fine piece of paper
slit slit slit
so smooth across the surface
so cold the kiss that sends back.
There’s just something so bittersweet in the blade.
It happened so swiftly, not caring about you no more.
From expecting anxiously for you to contact me, to looking again and being tired of waiting.
January 2013
8 posts
Lo irónico es que pensé
“Mierda.”
cuando me di cuenta
días después de conocerte
aún estando ebria
In a way I’m kind of yours.
It’s there in the way I’ll turn away from anyone else if you address me, how we end up looking for one another. It’s there when you look me in the eyes and break the tension playfully, when you look for contact in the most minimal of ways. It’s there when you play with my hair and pick up bits of string caught up from my sweaters,...
This will be a drunk blog—
Because I like you, because I’m incontrollable. Because everything’s just amazingly honest and beautiful when you are just not in control anymore. And I want to thank you, and hate you, and tell you that it’s okay that I find myself in between both… Because you make me feel things, and, so they tell me, that’s what life is all about.
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unfollowthisaccount asked: You are so pretty.
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martes, 1 de enero de 2013
Happy 2013.
I’m coming for you, you.
December 2012
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If you’d dissect my head, you’d find songs.
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If I put half the energy I do when missing you into telling you, well, we might have something.
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Te quiero porque las pendejaces bochornosas que hago en mi cuarto sola son cosas que no me molestaría compartir contigo.
Now it’s time to realize we’re growing up, and that wisdom lurks around the corner to take if you’re willing.
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The ‘put phone on vibrate’ trick in order to avoid my phone and text more than I should is not working, since I’ve learnt the distinct noise of the vibration and jump on it’s resonation, all of this hoping it’s you.
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It is said that it is better to ask for forgiveness than for permission.
I really do hope so.
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You know how people use other people’s names at the end of a sentence to be condescending and put them down? I couldn’t do that to you, I never would. When I finish the sentence with your name, there’s nothing but lovely feelings behind it. As if trying to key you in on how much it means to me to be saying it to you.
So, with that said,
Merry Christmas, You.
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“Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her...”
– Harvey Milk
If I dabbled my emotions in paints, they would create the saddest most beautiful picture.
November 2012
4 posts
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It was fast and inevitable.
October 2012
2 posts
The way I see it I have three outcomes;
Slow and steady wins the race.
Slow and steady gains a friend.
I end up hurt, fast or slow, inevitably.
¿Nunca has sentido la ola de emoción que amenaza salir de tu pecho? ¿Nunca has sentido el detalle atorado en tu garganta, esperando inutilmente por ese momento para romper la piel y salir a toda prisa? ¿Has sentido tú, querido amigo, la necesidad infalible de sentir, de amar, de gozar, de llorar, de suspirar, de pelear, de experimentar, de abrazar?
Siento la ola de emoción que amenaza con salir...
September 2012
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“If I had been able to
read between the lines, I could have concluded that...”
– Isabel Allende, Preface to Open Veins of Latin America by Eduardo Galeano
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“The human murder by poverty in Latin America is secret; every year, without...”
– Eduardo Galeano (Open Veins of Latin America)
July 2012
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June 2012
2 posts
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I’m not asking to be part of your 24/7 life. I’m not even asking to be half of that. I just ask to be remember and thought about from time to time—especially if you call me your friend or even your ‘best friend’.
And no, that doesn’t include coming to me to talk about your relationship.
I… I just don’t feel anything anymore. I just don’t care anymore.
I have so many things on my mind and so many...
But there’s nowhere to say them anymore.
