twenty-one. female. speaker of spanish, english, & french, in that order. in the business of whining, cursing, and having an opinion. ♥: languages, music, movies, books, politics, history... or basically anything that doesn't involve math.


We need to try this but w/ rum not vodka @juliaa_k @jehn_nuh

We need to try this but w/ rum not vodka @juliaa_k @jehn_nuh

Oh I will become what I deserve…

Now playing: "the Fear" - Ben Howard

I’m having one of those really random moments of complete and utter peace, it’s lovely. They don’t happen often these days but sometimes I fix my tea just right, the weather’s great, the house is quiet and I can turn my music up and just relax. It’s like a big sigh after holding your breath for a while.

It’s just bizarre that this moment’s here now as opposed to in a few weeks from now, when I’ve finished settling into the semester and, more importantly, have put the GRE behind me. I’ve one week and then I have to take a test that will probably make or break my plans for the next year or two. Brilliant.

l kind of just want everything figured out now, not 6 months from now when rejections (and hopefully admissions) letters come rolling in. The only thing I regret about staying an extra semester is the giant spring semester lull I have; I’ve absolutely no idea what I’ll be doing with myself after December.

Maybe if I save up enough money I’ll go to London and/or Paris. Fly away and enjoy some downtime by myself, even if it’s a short week or so.

I’ve been worryin’,
My time is a little unclear
I will become what I deserve

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Edgar Allan Poe

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

When You Are Old - W.B. Yeats 

Perdida como un perro

en un día de lluvia.

Totalmente perdida, aullándole a la luna.

Y no sé donde voy a ir,

no hay nada que me ate aquí

Perdida sin saber quien soy.

en la montaña rusa.

Played 11 times

Les cieux font
Se marrer
Sous ta robe
La splendeur
Du péché
Et puis s’en aller

"Un 1/4 d’Heure" - BB Brunes

Love love love.

15.02.2012 - Only thing that’s organized in my life is my Moleskine

15.02.2012 - Only thing that’s organized in my life is my Moleskine

Bored, haven’t touched my camera in months and thus…

Bored, haven’t touched my camera in months and thus…

Friday mini-mix

"212" - Azealia Banks ft. Lazy Jay

Azealia Banks - 212 by i-D online

"Lovumba" - Daddy Yankee

Daddy Yankee - Lovumba by NuevaMusica

"Tambourine" - Eve

Tambourine by TheRealEve

"Alors on Danse (Remix)" - Stromae ft. Kanye West 

Alors On Danse Remix by vronz809♥<-bbm3165E14E

"Ven Conmigo" - Daddy Yankee ft. Prince Royce

Ven conmigo - Daddy Yankee Ft. Prince Royce by lopeznet

"Love on Top" - Beyonce

Beyonce - Love On Top by zokerx

Happy Friday!

God, I fucking adore the shit out of you…

The thing about comfort is that it’s hard to detangle yourself from it; it’s in its very nature to be reassuring and welcoming so you don’t want to move away from whatever it is that provides that comfort. It’s why we keep warm hole-y sweaters or order the same coffee every morning, the one you know you’ll enjoy. 

What once was new and exciting evolved into something comfortable, something predictable. And that was nice. It was nice. But after some years, that comfort’s faded. It’s the same melody, the same chorus every chance we get and it’s all begun to ring false.

But it’s hard to let go of comfort; few, if any, enjoy leaving a warm bed in exchange for the cold of a January morning. But you have to, no? Because that’s how you get on with your day, how you move forward.

You’re my warm bed and I think what I really need right now is for morning to come.