I am not building here a statue to erect at the town crossroads, or in a church or a public square. This is for a nook in the library, and to amuse a neighbor, a relative, a friend, who may take pleasure in associating and conversing with me again in this image. Others have taken courage to speak of themselves because they found the subject worthy and rich; I, on the contrary, because I found mine so barren and so meager that no suspicion of ostentation can fall upon my plan.
Michel de Montaigne

→ Jul 2013


Among the few brave defenses I wouldn’t hesitate to publicly declare is this: I am not at all needy. But I really like being needed.

I really like being needed by someone who doesn’t need anybody else in particular. I like being needed by somebody who’s not particularly needy but needs me in…

→ Jul 2013


In my personal realm of knowledge and logic, which I have accumulated in my two decades of existence, I cannot for the freaking life of me come up with an explanation as to why you did what you did to me.

Believe me, I’ve tried. I have put myself in and out of the equation. At first, I was…

(via ariellejuanito)

→ Jul 2013
the geographical cure
Sunday, July 21, 2013

Find me elsewhere.

Good luck.

Hint: nameless dessert in past tense.

→ May 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013

What’s the point of begging?
It will only make me look like a fool.
(As if counting on you to keep your promise doesn’t)

→ May 2013
kind of sad
Saturday, May 11, 2013

I used to miss you urgently
Now I just miss you kind of sad
Only heaven knows if
We can still get everything back
I’ve grown tired of taking leaps
Just to make up for the lack
And I was told it would be best
If I stopped dwelling in the past
I lost all sense of urgency
When I faced the facts
Lost a little jealousy and anger
But I’m still pretty sad
Because I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
Are you still there?
I miss you
I miss you

→ Apr 2013
well, ideally
Sunday, April 28, 2013

A tragic story to me is when two people end up having way too much past to ever have a future. Phew. Isn’t that so tragic? A rich past is supposed to pave a future. It’s supposed to be that annoying but irrevocable truth, carved in the deepest trenches of the body. Never shared with anybody else. Right?

Well, ideally.

→ Apr 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The other day I got a text with the same grammar mistake you once made.

"It’s hunting me," when it should have said, "it’s haunting me."

You once told me, “the truth will hunt you.” I’m sure you meant “haunt” too. I didn’t bother correcting you because I got your point.

But now that I think about it, it does make sense the way you said it. I don’t think of the truth as a white blanket covered ghost floating mid-air, or as a pale zombie watching me as I sleep. It’s more of a man running after me with an ax, ready to butcher and barbecue my insides.

→ Apr 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013

I am disgusted with the feels of this page. Too much love. I’m doing good, you guys—on every other aspect of my life. So yeah, I go here to mope. An entry is underway. 

→ Mar 2013
my dear
Saturday, March 23, 2013

My least favorite of places to wander
are those filled with
not-so-subtle reminders
of how easily you can find another—
another somebody
of whom you are fonder.
And I,
seemingly never

close enough to earn
Just one glorious moment
of our high tables turned.
When, instead of I,
it is you who yearns

for me in a mad and delirious kind of way.
Willingly a fool no matter what they say.
But, alas and as always,
to reality I awake.

I tried to be cold
to command a little fear
You gave but a quick sigh, a shrug,
A future so unclear.
You’re killing me, my dear.

→ Feb 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013

(Speechless and

Not the smiling and laughing kind of happy

Just… better
A hundred times better

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