January 2010
21 posts
flash.
instant stings, pangs of pain hold tight and clench the words in my throat. only for an instant though, then it fades like your face in my sheets. still hurt, but i prefer the fleeting kind versus the internal agony.
sister said...
“you need to stop believing in his impossible being, his ghost actions, the man you want is not the man he is - the only thing he has ever guaranteed you was disappointment”
tears come from laughter too.
and even though me siento que me voy a morir, I feel like this knot in my stomach is never going to go away - a mix of utter ASCO and disappointment… I know that I am not broken or empty because I can still laugh.
my cousin said “you wouldn’t even give him water if he was dying? — thats foul! I can imagine him crawling through the desert, all ashy, mouth all dusty not...
dramatics are my fortee
i want to dye my hair black as a reflection of my soul.
If You Forget Me - Pablo Neruda
vishuddha:
mujerinterrumpida:
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for...
“First kill the memories then the feelings will go away. We only keep feelings...”
– AMEN!
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vishuddha:
missing my PIC!
I MISS YOU MORE!!!!! meerrrrrr!
Ode to Liz
you inspire me; you humble me; and you empower me.
“I don’t want to write you poetry anymore; it is too high of an honor, and I need to stop pretending I can write this man I want to see. I forgive you for who you cannot be. I just cannot forgive myself for forgetting that the problem with being a poet is that you’re born in love with words, but even the most savage sinner can...
maybe...
i’m going to drop out of school AND THEN….become an amazing celebrity nail stylist/technician…
lmao! kidding, but maybe not?
pics of my nail designs:
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“it could all be so simple, but you’d...
“The Augusteum warns me not to get attached to any obsolete ideas about who I am,...”
– Eat. Pray. Love.
in a nutshell
“But I disappear into the person I love. I am the permeable membrane. If I love you, you can have everything. You can have my time, my devotion, my ass, my money, my family, my dog, my dog’s money, my dog’s time-everything. If I love you, I will carry for you all your pain, I will assume for all your debts (in every definition of the word), I will protect you from your own...
twentyTEN
I hate new year resolutions, really I do.
but I feel that I need to set some new standards for myself. Some improvements towards a better Cristine.
1. Let it GO! I cannot continue to chase after those who have willingly decided to walk OUT of my life. It was a personal decision on THEIR part, not my own. I can’t keep tripping over what is before me because I’m too busy looking at...
