ralaguerre asked:

The combination of your words (which as delicately as they touched my soul shifted my being so so far) and the song "6 8" by Gabriel Garzon-Montano got me all in my feels. [Thanks you for sharing whilst typing this teary-eyed]

I’m really not trying to bring sadness to anyone when I write. if I’ve moved you it was unintentional but thank you for the compliment

I hope if you do cry you feel better afterward, friend. but I hope you laugh instead

ralaguerre asked:

What will you be painting if you have an idea already?

I did one of my favorite flower: Irises

so I’m gonna go with my mother’s next: Sunflowers ^_^

she’ll like to have some more art for her office. she’s got tons of posters I bought for her and people always ask her what my actual art looks like so I’ll make this for her it’ll be a nice surprise

ralaguerre replied to your post: yes i procrastinate

i wouldn’t call them flaws, more so idiosyncrasies or peculiarities that embody the individuality that comes with being your own person. It’s something to be admired, and appreciated, so procrastinate away,and enjoy the extra time.

thank you ! 

i didn’t think anyone read my random rants lol

I can remember coming home one day with my older cousin, back when I lived in an apartment building in the middle of Flatbush, Brooklyn. While I was a bit more sheltered, I wasn’t blind to life in the streets. My cousin, being four years older, grew up in a slightly different era of New York, he was tough. Like all cousins, we fought often just to pass the time (this was something all my male family members did) and I was the youngest and the smallest, but I always held my own. I enjoyed our sparring matches, I was a born fighter. These familial battle royals were my saving grace whenever I roamed the streets of Brooklyn on my own in my youth as scrapping was a part of growing up.

So one day, as we enter our building, two guys who were loitering about my cousins age at the time, square up on us. Fists are flying, for no reason other then we walked into the building, they’re not from here, and they’re carousing. We walked away fine, bruised them up a bit but that instance was a taste of life, and what it could be—it’s real out here. When we got upstairs to my apartment, I remember vividly seeing my cousin cry for the first time (where it wasn’t due to a beating from a parent). He voiced that he was sick of having to fight for everything, how it’s just hard to escape that living where we lived.

Those words never left me. As much as I loved to fight, I realized there’s a difference when you’re fighting because you want to and because you have to. What’s fucked about being a kid in the hood is no matter how good your upbringing, you still have to fight. Shit, I’m still fighting today, it’s just a different arena.


Closer and closer I get. Closer to tomorrow. Closer to meeting someone new. Closer to drifting away from someone old. Closer to leaving for New York (my home). Closer to reconnecting with friends. Closer to leaving them for Paris. Closer to realizing my dreams. But, the closer I get, the further away I go.


Thank you @meloxtra & @jasminesolano for choosing me to be a part of this project, had mad fun wilding out.
#EPINTL #RosaCaleta Listen at soundcloud.com/electricpunanny

je ne suis rien

I am nothing. In saying this, I do not mean to devalue myself or to downplay my worth. It is merely a reminder that I am a container, and whenever I find myself overflowing or imbalanced (due to an unsteady mind); all that is necessary is for me to return to a state of emptiness. Also, I mustn’t forget my fluidity. In nothingness is the secret to everything for I can be infinitely adaptable. Tonight I center in meditation—je fais le retour au néant.