Past — Future. It’s so easy to dwell on the past and it’s so easy to constantly think about the future, but the present is always overlooked and taken for granted. There are some people who get hurt or make a mistake and let that energy live in them for extended periods of time. Rather… Continue reading i want to be so rn.
when we were 8 years old and we were asked what we wanted to be when we grow up, we would say things like astronaut & scientist & inventor & ballet dancer. somewhere along the way that little light in us dims and the voice of fear becomes so loud we can’t even hear the… Continue reading don’t be normal.
In the past year and nine months I’ve lived in Los Angeles, I moved four times. That sounds terrible, right? Trust me, it was. I’ve basically lived my life out of suitcases, never wanting to fully unload anything in case I had to pick up and move again. It made me feel like a nomad, never… Continue reading look for the silver lining
She had a little fight in her and every time she built enough courage her voice would echo through the sky. She wasn’t complete but she had enough. There was a science to her genius, her madness, her beauty and there was nothing she couldn’t accomplish. She was unstoppable and everything she ever wanted she… Continue reading
Dear future self, I hope when you look back on this, you’re in a great place and you’ve accomplished far more than you ever imagined. When I was growing up the following quote always resonated with me, and it still does: “I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and… Continue reading dear future self.
My previous post was a somber one, and definitely the hardest one for me to write, but dealing with a dear friend’s death really put a lot of things into perspective for me; about life, relationships, self-awareness, fears and the list goes on. I started being a lot more observant and conscious of what goes on… Continue reading i am..
It’s never easy to lose someone you love. I don’t know how to cope with it, and I don’t know how to react. Most of the time I just sit with a blank stare on my face not wanting to accept that this amazing person is gone. My heart is broken, and I can’t help… Continue reading Rest Easy Blaise Baldonado..