A random mess of thoughts.. being in love is a scary feeling, quite frankly being in love is just frightening all around. like being so vulnerable and open to another individual is so scary. sharing your most intimate and darkest secrets. those thoughts that never left your body are now being told to and spoken … Continue reading Loveeee + some film
If you know me you know my obsession with photography mainly film. 35mm film and polaroids are my absolute favorite. Something about the way the photos come out no so perfect compared to digital.. like you only get one chance, no going back and clicking the "delete" button. i like that. it's raw and real. … Continue reading Some polaroid flicks
all i'll ever be to men is an object i don't understand. i am more. so much more than just tits and a vagina. i am a human. a little girl. with feelings. i feel. i crave. i hurt. you don't own me. i am not your doll. not your toy. you don't get to … Continue reading He won. I lost.
You confuse me mixed signals an understatement but i am okay for now because mixing signals like drinks makes my head all dizzy but in a fun bubbly kind of way like having had one sip too much champange being giggly and tipsy without knowing what you're actually feeling and what the intoxication is whispering … Continue reading Mixing signals like drinks
There's a new boy. Actually a few. I've been with a few boys to try to forget you, to try to numb this pain you're giving me. But somehow even with them on top of me and inside me.. I just can't help but think of you and why you weren't inside me. And why'd … Continue reading My first heartbreak ’14
June 9, 2017. Little Italy was my place growing up (being an Italian new yorker) So obviously i'm there often in search for spumoni, terrone, and cannoli's! I am not a big sweet person but I would do bad things for a scoop of spumoni. Italian pastries have a special place in my tummy. Other … Continue reading 35mm Holy cannoli
I'm so confused. I'm so muddled. I don't understand why. I really cannot figure it out. I am living the dream. Literally. I am where I always dreamed I'd be. But it doesn't feel right? I'm infuriated with myself for feeling this way. Why am I not appreciating this? Why am I not grateful? Well, … Continue reading So confused.