The Apple

Stranded in a fog of words, loved him like a winter bird.
In the wastelands of San Diego and LA.
Big hair, bigger dreams.

Anonimo asked: dear exboyfriend

Ohh, I don’t know which one to write about… I suppose the one I have unfinished business with? 

Dear Ex-boyfriend, 

I wish you just told the truth. I get that the situation with my family that you were suddenly dealing with was a lot, but you could have told me the truth. “This is a lot to deal with, Adam, and I don’t know if I could be there for you,” would have been a lot better than, “Oh, I have to move back to Arizona because of some tax laws…” It’s more genuine, and has more feeling. We both knew that that tax shit wasn’t going to be resolved, and it was just an excuse. 

But, to be fair, I should have ended it the moment I became afraid of your outbursts. Obviously I didn’t, and I kept trudging the relationship along. The moment you threatened to go out and sleep with a man if I ever saw my friend Tim again, I should have been like, “Nope, not gonna do this.” But I didn’t. Because I was foolish, and thought that love would fix everything. God, I was always so scared of what you would do. 

Anyway, you said you were going to move back here. I wonder if you did? I always feel like I see you in my periphery, but part of that’s probably just me being paranoid. Every time I see a Chevy Blazer in that tan color, my heart does… something. I hold my breath. If you are back, I wish you would tell me. So we could try and be friends or something? 

You always talked about moving back to Peru, though. I wonder if you did that? Your father would be happy. 

I hope you found stability and happiness. I really do. 

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],

(Fonte: wishtoconfess, via youngandsupple)

I’ve had way too much chocolate for my liking today. 

I really enjoyed taking the little cousin out yesterday. 

Last time I saw her, she was in middle school and now she’s suddenly sixteen and talking about driving. She’s such a little adult now; listening and soaking up everything because she can, not because she has to. It’s a beautiful thing when you can give advice on a situation, and you can feel them listening. You can feel it reverberate inside their minds, and then watch it settle down in wrinkles under the eyes. 

I asked her what she wanted to do in the future (loaded question, I know), and if medicine interested her. She looks up to Trang so much. “No,” she said, “everyone kinda expects me to, but after this whole situation, I think social work would be good. I want to work with kids”

"I think you’d be great at that," I nodded. A crack of a smile went across her face. 

"You have two years in Texas, and then you come back here for school, kay? And don’t talk to white people there - they’re racist." She threw her head back and laughed, "But that’s all my dad wants me to talk to!"

So much potential, and a whole lotta future. I hope her hurt doesn’t hinder her. 

I pretty much went everywhere in Southern California today, showing Little Cousin everything before she moves to Texas tomorrow. 

From San Diego, to my hometown, to LA and back. All in one day. 

Had a blast and now I’m incredibly sleepy, but tumblr beckons me. 

I love this.

I love this.

LA by dusk.

LA by dusk.

Little Tokyo.

Little Tokyo.