Still My Favorites.

Pique!

Am I Living It Right?

Frenemies.

LOVE LOVE LOVE.

SO I Wont.

Let's Follow Through.

Humidity Sucks

Some People Need To Experience It.

Monday Afternoons.

SummerLove

WWHD.

Eventually.

Baby Steps.

Keep Me Crazy.

Or Airplanes :)

2 out of 6 so far.

Just Start.

Me Too.

Sand Between My Toes.

Dr. Strangelove.

Pain Fade.

Old You.

I waited what felt like a lifetime for you. You never came back for me. I'm reincarnated and came back knowing better. The new me doesn't even know you. A lot happens in a lifetime.

Time Flies.

I Gave Up On You...BOTH Of You.

New York Minute

Shooting Stars

Soccer Players Are Hotter Than You

La Furia Roja

Viva Espana

My Amazing Month Is Over.

So, June kinda sucked major balls. The only thing that kept my sane was the World Cup and now, its done. Officially. And while, I'll miss it so dearly, I hope that the final whistle was the end to my bad karma as well. I went picture crazy last night/ this morning, I don't want to forget my boys making history.

Blackhawks

Nothing blows my mind more than having expectations for someone, for something. How even that in itself is expected—to have these expectations based on your relationship with someone, or even your non-relationship with someone. How liking someone automatically makes you dependent on them being a certain way or doing or saying a certain thing, regardless if they were the type of person to say or do that certain thing or be that certain way — that doesn’t matter, it never matters because in your head, it’s done, you’ve created this perfection, this image, this fantasy, if you will, of the way things are supposed to be, of the way a person is supposed to react because you feel like it’s impossible for them to be any other way—it’s just not possible, not fathomable at any extent. Because for some reason you think selfishly that what they do is suddenly all for you. And it’s not. It usually never is unless they love you, too, but even in those cases, people fail at that too. And I can only imagine a million relationships and non-relationships or those potential-to-be-the-most-amazing-relationships all come to a crashing point because of these misunderstandings, because we can’t help but expect the people we let ourselves get involved with to be some kind of invincible superhero except nobody—nobody is perfect, not even superheroes. Just because they saved us one time doesn’t mean they always will, doesn’t mean they always can, and it doesn’t mean they’ll always want to.

:)

Today is the kind of day that makes me feel alive. Today is the kind of day where I remember why I'm alive. Today is the kind of day that makes me love everything and have nothing but a HUGE ASS GOOFY smile on my face. Today had NOTHING to do with a boy. And that makes it even better.

Ridin' Solo

I'm caught between a place where the people around me are moving at warped speed. There are friends who are getting married, who are welcoming babies into the world, who are finding real jobs, who are committing themselves to another person, and who are committed to their lifestyle. I can't commit to weekend plans. I feel like I'm floating. I hate floating.

June was a rough month. A car accident. An ending to ex-relationship, for good? A death of a cat? The question mark is floating. She's missing for more than a week and half, and thats never good. I cried a car ride from Roosevelt. I can't go through another pet's death.

I need a balance. I need a routine. I need a spark.

I have a great guy who I do like. My friends love I think more than I do. He makes everything effortless. There are no games and I know how he feels. Fuck games. Right? I don't feel the spark. When I'm with him, I'm normal. I don't choke. That's good right? He's a great kisser. PLUS! But, somethings missing? The games. I am really fucked up.

However fucked up my relationship with Hairo was...that was even a balance. I had that constantly since I was 14. He's making sure I dont have that anymore. I know a part of him misses me, he sneaked that goodbye for a reason. But he's committed, and he's trying his best not to fucked up another relationship. He can't trust himself with me, that's known. And I'm not smart when I'm with him, that's obvious. Our relationship runs more on passion and memories than it does logic or maturity.  I just hope your happy Snoop.

I made myself a joke with Cooke. Because of the games. Because of my own insecurities. I didnt come off appealing. Which, I get. Hell, I don't even blame him. Just sucks. He was hot, a good kisser, and funny.  There was spark. But I guess a lot of it had to do with games. I never knew if he even liked me like that. He just enjoyed the attention I threw his way. I'm not throwing any thing his way anymore. Without making a grand statement this time, I bow out. I tried. More or so by the persuasion of Joey, "he just needs a little push." A push? I was practically body slamming him. Football style. Shame too, we share a love for Spain. Tomorrow is a big day.

July just started. Maybe with the heat wave, something new will wash over me. God I hope so.

Now To Love Another?

Too Tired To Live.

Oh These Boys.

HOTTEST TEAM EVER.

I'm bored because I'm sick and there's nothing on TV, extensive post on my team because I'm obsessed and been doing nothing but watching videos on them!

A Team.

Bib Necklace.

Gotta Check It Out!

Financial Constraints.

ONE Month Test.

TOO Scary.

"Good Night"

Mean Too Much.

BBMs.

Story of Me.

I Dont Know What To Say To You.

Mr. Drizzy

Please?

Begin To Hope.

Bad Times.

They Say Its For The Best...

He's Just Not That Into You...

Inticing

The hot and cold nature of someone’s actions and words is often mistaken to be something exciting, more thrilling to experience, and that there’s a reason why this person keeps coming back. But the real reason is that they don’t want to commit, can’t commit whether it’s because they’re too scared or too scarred—they are never going to be willing to give their whole heart. It’s only fun for awhile, but never in the long run especially if it’s always at the risk of your own.

FB Notes

Dear You,

The minute we met, I could feel my insides fluttering. And it wasn’t because of the way you looked (even though, you couldn’t have been more easy on the eyes) or how nice you seemed. It was a spark, either electric or one caused by immediate chemistry and instant attraction, that created a force that drew me towards you, that was full of the type of magnetism I just couldn’t ignore. And you knew it, and you reveled in it and took advantage of it and I couldn’t hide it. Because it was always fireworks and butterflies stirring inside and stars in my eyes whenever I think about those times we were only breaths apart and lips so close that we could almost kiss, but never did. I wish we did.

Except now it’s been ages since we’ve spoken and I still can’t help but think of you and the things we could have been. The what-ifs, our greatest potential, the possibility of being all we ever needed. And I carry these ideas with me every day, whether I like it or not, in hopes that I’ll bump into you again and that things might change even though I know it’s probably too late. Even though I still dream of a day where you tell me: it’s never too late.

So I’m wondering.. is it? Because I want you to know that I truly believe in second chances and how maybe we were just meant to be in a lifetime other than now and that now that the past is the past, maybe we can somehow still have a future at hand. And if that was the case, I’d time travel in a heartbeat, knowing how happy I’d be.. just to finally be with you.

(Still Very Much) Yours, Me

A Girl's Simple Pleasures

• Letting your hair free from a pony-tail at the end of the day.
• That smooth sensation you get all over your body right after you shave.
• Taking your bra off after a long day.
• Getting ready for a day you been looking forward to.
• Chillin’ at home, no make-up, bed hair, basketball shorts, in front of the TV snacking endlessly on junk food.
• Knowing it’s your last day of your menstrual cycle.
• Going through your bags of new clothes… that were on sale!