Searching for Revelation, she is the last unicorn.
But mostly she just wants to become a better person.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Reconstruction Site
Just because you miss someone really hard, doesn't mean they'll come back. Ever. So it's a-ok to be bummed.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
It is one way to live...
He said I'm jealous of your life. I told him I was jealous of his. We laughed knowing one could have the other easily. He looked at me long and hard, occasionally commenting on a habit or body part of mine. I gave him a hard time about whatever I could think of, it was all I could do to keep from getting pulled in too deep. I think I failed at this, but not miserably.
He said, "what are you thinking?" Hating that question more than anything (and being honest and vulnerable), I still answered.
"Just between you and me ... I'm hungry and sad that you're leaving."
"Come here. I'm sad too, but I'll be back."
And then we napped. Me, soft and snoring, him lightly or not at all.
I never asked him to come, and I never took him seriously. I didn't ask for any of this. As he packed up his car I bit my lip anxious for him to leave so I could hide under my blankets. He paused packing to ask himself just what he thought he was doing with his life? I wasn't the only anxious one.
Come with me he said. Maybe he meant it, maybe he said it because he knew I'd say no. Maybe that was just me thinking no one can really love me. And then we kissed like we were in a stupid movie.
I'll be back in a month, he said. Undecided whether or not this would be a good thing. He was gone almost as quickly as he arrived. I searched for traces of him, of our time together, half convinced we never existed in the same space.
He said, "what are you thinking?" Hating that question more than anything (and being honest and vulnerable), I still answered.
"Just between you and me ... I'm hungry and sad that you're leaving."
"Come here. I'm sad too, but I'll be back."
And then we napped. Me, soft and snoring, him lightly or not at all.
I never asked him to come, and I never took him seriously. I didn't ask for any of this. As he packed up his car I bit my lip anxious for him to leave so I could hide under my blankets. He paused packing to ask himself just what he thought he was doing with his life? I wasn't the only anxious one.
Come with me he said. Maybe he meant it, maybe he said it because he knew I'd say no. Maybe that was just me thinking no one can really love me. And then we kissed like we were in a stupid movie.
I'll be back in a month, he said. Undecided whether or not this would be a good thing. He was gone almost as quickly as he arrived. I searched for traces of him, of our time together, half convinced we never existed in the same space.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Wednesday, October 01, 2014
Saturday, September 27, 2014
In the Dust of This Planet
The silence on the other side of the line
Expressing
A rejection of something is
An acceptance of another
Nothing
The loudest mic drop
Expressing
A rejection of something is
An acceptance of another
Nothing
The loudest mic drop
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
Friday, September 05, 2014
The Dark Side of Love
The two men that have had the greatest impact on me have both put P.J. Harvey on mixes for me. I'm sure there is something to be gleaned from that fact, but who's to say what that is.
Friday, August 29, 2014
I've Always Struggled with Beginnings
I feel I am on the precipice of ... something. Every beginning signals an end to something else. I think that's why I often fight so hard against change, not because I want to maintain the status quo necessarily, but because I am stubborn to let other things go. Letting go is scary, but I know it's important.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Hungarian Rhapsody #2 in c sharp minor
I saw myself sitting alone on the cold basement floor as a young girl, still unaware of the concept of loss.
Monday, August 11, 2014
"I Hate Sleeping Alone -oh - oh -oooone"
Today I realized in one way or another, all of my favorite books and stories are about how sad and fantastical love is.
"I was much younger, much hungrier, much more alone. But I was myself, pared down to the essentials."
- Hajime, South of the Border, West of the Sun, Haruki Murakami
Friday, June 20, 2014
Daze Off
Hanging out with myself, making foods, dranking fancy coffee, listening to sort of sad music, uber bike maintenance, couldn't be more content. Finally alone but not lonely.
Monday, June 09, 2014
Let the Right One In
I cannot commit to ANYTHING. This is a problem that must be addressed with loving kindness.
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Everyone needs their one that got away right?
My only regret is that I never told him how I felt when I had the chance.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
You have to start somewhere, right?
5 year - BSN, Puerto Rico, move out of DKB House
10 year - NP, Out of the country
10 year - NP, Out of the country
Wednesday, May 07, 2014
I'm in Here
As per our conversation, I am developing a 5,10, and 15 year plan. Forecast es muy bueno.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Dad as sung by the Blizzard Babies
Yesterday I called my Papi to tell him Happy Birthday! and to tell him that I love him. When I asked him what he wanted he said all that he wanted was for me to visit more. Le sigh. I will try my best to honor this wish, because I love him and that is not much to ask. I think I've created enough emotional distance between me and the reasons that make it so challenging to be around my family and not feel so exhausted.
In other Dad news, I went on a really fantastically awesome date with a Dad. A DAD.
In other Dad news, I went on a really fantastically awesome date with a Dad. A DAD.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Let's Not Try to Figure Everything Out at Once
So I started a new decade of my life. I left behind the quintessential 20's. There is less guidance out there about your 30s, I think. I'm okay with that. I'm so full with excitement and gratitude. I really do feel different. I'm armed with a sense of awe of everything that has passed and an excitement of everything that has yet to come.
I'm fucking excited about the unknown. This is a new feeling for the last unicorn. But whatever, that is a whole 'nother blog post. As a gift to myself I pledge to for at least the next month to try out new things. I will make one new recipe, try one new activity (that is a very loose term BTW), or complete one project off my DIY board per week. Maybe I'll document it on here, maybe not.
I am learning slowly but surely that change is really really good. Bring it on, all of it.
Wednesday, April 09, 2014
Your idea of happiness is your source of suffering. LET. GO.
Thanks to new media I get to see all the cute dates my ex boyfriend goes on with his new girlfriend who is my little sister's age.
Unfollow.
It's not the new girlfriend or the fact that she's my sister's age, it's the cute dates. I was forced to inhale second hand smoke and watch shitty bands for almost six years. Understanding the importance of freedom and the hazards of love blinders. Maybe I will be single forever, but at least I will be free. I'll never compromise so much of who I am and what I need for another person again.
Unfollow.
It's not the new girlfriend or the fact that she's my sister's age, it's the cute dates. I was forced to inhale second hand smoke and watch shitty bands for almost six years. Understanding the importance of freedom and the hazards of love blinders. Maybe I will be single forever, but at least I will be free. I'll never compromise so much of who I am and what I need for another person again.
Monday, March 31, 2014
The Theme to Rocky ...
I need to learn how to treat people who entrust their emotions with me.
In short, "how not to be a shit head."
Also, I need to sleep more in general.
Also, I need to sleep more in general.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
::The Professional::
Avoiding lips on the dance floor . And it's hard not to come home and listen to Flatlands on repeat.
Monday, March 17, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
Next Stop
All these songs and all those moments and all that sunshine and all those chocolate covered raisins.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Our Wild Ways
Feeling myself being drawn more and more to the West Coast. Maybe the feeling will dissipate after the great thaw, but I'm not too sure. Do what makes you terrified, or something.
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
Live it out Loud
Many years ago I told someone that my dream was to travel. That is what I wanted out of life, to experience new places and new things on my own terms. Walking to the store today I realized that I made my dreams come true.
Dope.
Dope.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Some things are worth it...
Contorting yourself in the shower to shave your legs after five months, because you're going to another country to see the person who was the catalyst to ending your unhealthy long term relationship.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Good Ass Intro
Wondering what six months from now will feel like, but like ok get in dat present moment.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Am I making myself clear?
They study poetry, but do not think poetically. They do not know how to think like a reader when reading, nor how to think like a writer while writing, nor how to think like a listener while listening. Consequently they are poor readers, writers, and listeners. They certainly aren't poets.
- Some website on critical thinking.
- Some website on critical thinking.
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