dmpineda1223
stir it up. mix it up. let it change. keep it how it is. whatever way you stir it, the product will be the same. The only way it will be different is if you add new ingredients or thoughts
my insides feel wet. like deep inside of me. it's warm. i know the weather is cold and the walk home will make me shiver, but i don't seem to mind because right now the feelings i have are warm, ready,wet, and no longer indifferent.
i thought it was asthma when i started hyperventilating. i told myself, my friends, and my parents that i "had asthma." whenver i got excited, whenever i got nervous, whenever i got stressed out, it wasn't me, it was my asthma.
whatever decision you make will be binding. but don't let that scare. all of the choices are good. but either way, if you pick option A, you will NEVER be able to have option B. Likewise, if you pick option B, you will NEVER be able to pick option A. After debate, i picked option A, and in the end, it didn't really matter.
flex you fingers. flex your wrists. flex your hair. flex you brain. they told us to flex every part of our bodies until each one was perfectly molded to a shape that would make us interesting.
WOW. it was a miracle that i could see again. i mean, literally, i've always been 20/20. but in reality, i could never see any closer than 100 feet from me. only far away. yup. only far away. but now i can see it all. and in color too.
covered in plaster. the walls to the garage were covered. paints, puzzles pieces, mosaics, murals. it doesn't even matter what it was because it was there. all until the day my great grandmother walked in, denounced the ridiculousness, spit on the wall, and told my mom to get her home under control.
if there is always comfort does that mean there is never challenge? the most interesting parts are when one challenges his comfort.
from now on. i don't ask for approval. i do want i feel i should. what i think is just. i'm tired of the,"do you think i should ask him?" and the "does this shirt look ok?"
the key to some forms of art is just going with it. when i made that scrapbook, over there, i just threw things onto it. i didnt think about how it looked who what other people would think when they saw it.
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