Monday, March 28, 2016

by the ocean




                                                               



                                                              
It's that time of year again. Midterms are over. The days are breezy. And my friends and I take a Spring break road trip. Because of some sort of Spring custom that's bloomed, Carmen, Monica, Arnie and I made our way to Fort Bragg again. 
Before anything else, we went around to the main street shops. Getting our hands on macarons was our main goal. After sweets and knickknacks, we headed to Pudding Creek where we'd consequently spend most of our day. The wind was insane! It knocked me down more times than I can remember. But at the end of the day I had nice beach hair...with some sand too. 
Having climbed rocks for good selfie lighting and done handstands for what turned out to be a gnarly picture, we were hungryyy. We settled for sushi (obviously), where I had a sweet potato roll. Sounds odd but trust me, it was superb.
Fort Bragg has become a really special place to my friends and I. Despite still not being able to get all the sand out of my boots, I hope we keep this road trip tradition going. Unlike the footprints we left on the beach, the memories we made won't wash away. 

Thursday, March 10, 2016

if you're reading this...


I've been doing this for two years? Two years!? This is the longest commitment I've ever made to anything, basically. I'll be eternally grateful for the inspirations that got me started on this and that continue to drive me through it. I'm happy about having my own little corner of the internet where I can share bits of my life with whomever is reading. So if you're reading this right now, thank you! If you're reading it 3 weeks after it was posted, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank youuu.

xxL

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

on (my) writing



dress: molokai surf
boots: dollhouse
necklace: todo moda

There's many reasons as to why I keep my writing to myself. Am I making any sense? Did I get my point across? I sometimes think my writing is too dark and I'm constantly  afraid of sounding "fake deep" And oh my gosh, do I really need that many commas?! Although I write all the time (for school, in my journal, here) I've never considered myself a writer.

Well, I think that's changing. I'm taking a creative writing class this semester and I am petrified to say the least. Last week I handed out three (deeply personal) poems to my classmates + professor and I'm getting feedback this week during workshop. I'm nervous but eager to see what others think about my writing. I really want to improve my craft and grow as a creator. In the past, I've been made fun of and discouraged from writing. I no longer want to keep myself from expressing what I think and feel. I want to create.

xxL