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.
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
Edgar Allan Poe
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.
Les cieux font
Sous ta robe
Et puis s’en aller
"Un 1/4 d’Heure" - BB Brunes
Love love love.
"212" - Azealia Banks ft. Lazy Jay
"Lovumba" - Daddy Yankee
"Tambourine" - Eve
"Alors on Danse (Remix)" - Stromae ft. Kanye West
"Ven Conmigo" - Daddy Yankee ft. Prince Royce
"Love on Top" - Beyonce
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.