Oh, How Pure Love Is.

A physical body can be of the utmost attraction to someone, and because their lover’s eyes are so bright when paired with the sun’s 12 o’clock beams, because their nose pinches itself when they’re trying to fight back a laugh, they cannot get enough of this person. But rarely does such an obsessed being question…

Before it’s too late…

Whenever my dad takes a trip down memory lane to share a story about his father or his brother, I ask God why I couldn’t have been there, or why they aren’t here now. People envy others who have what they don’t, who get opportunities they were never offered. I grow disgustingly jealous at those…

Just a Piece to your Puzzle.

Shoving a piece into the wrong place numerous times can damage it. Getting let down so many times can damage you. And making someone feel like they don’t meet your expectations is damaging to them.

MANipulation.

I am saying this: if those with power can abuse it so disturbingly, imagine what the everyday individual would do with an equal amount of privilege. I am all for giving power to the people, but I suggest we learn to control our power now before we are given a voice loud enough to shake the entire world.
We have the power of manipulation and with that alone, we destroy viciously.

Finding Your Purpose in This Life

The what-ifs, ands, buts, and whys start when you’re only learning to talk. They’re seemingly irritating, at times just redundant and unnecessary, but those who continue to question the world and all of its inexplicable phenomena are those who will forever grow, forever live on, and forever inspire.
I am not afraid to speak my mind, to question the things I do not know or have trouble understanding. I do not coward at the consequence of curiosity, for it did kill the cat, but what is this life worth if you cannot live on even after you are really gone? Take the risk everyone else is hesitant to take and discover things no one else yet has.

“…love finds you when you least expect it.”

“Life happens when you’re busy planning other things. And love finds you when you least expect it.” – My Dad
This is a little dip into the pool of my views on “love” and the importance of realizing it no matter where it comes from. Love is unexpected.

Time is ___.

Time is what you make of it. That is simply our problem. We do not make the best out of it when the opportunity arises.

Loving an attractive mind

There lies an intricate beauty within the shades and gloss of one’s eyes. The brilliant tone of white upon a row of straightened teeth has been known to stun a crowd. But, there is one feature of the living that we do not get to indulge in with a mere glance: the mind. The mind,…

Separation.

“It’s tough being separated from the ones you love.
The intensity of the pain tends to be associated with numerous factors, but the most influential seems to be none other than the way in which you were separated from them.
This is the story on why I no longer live with my mother.
This is the story on how we got separated.” I promise there’s a purpose to everything I say, and I promise there’s a happy ending. Sorry to all the sadists out there looking for pain to feed off of.

War.

Love, to me, is that action of sacrificing yourself by partaking in a war that isn’t your own.
 

Why Are We Not Angry?!

This the 21st century. We still have slavery, unwanted arranged marriages, a racist president, marches for women’s’ rights, walls trying to be built, kids without access to basic necessities or education, animals still being abused for our entertainment, fathers still paying child support even with full custody of their kids, and the natives are still fighting to protect a land they have lived on and loved for so long.
Child support payments and slavery may seem like they belong on two different spectrums, but every act listed is an act of injustice.

I am Human.I am not Robot.

My Instagram feed, my blog, my room, and my lies may be the reflections of a perfectly folded world topped with the pinkest of bows, but I promise you I am human. Poor, rich, white, colored, young or old, we are human. Humans screw up on a daily basis. We take an extra step and trip, don’t chew our food all the way and we choke. This is my story. I am human. I am not robot.