You know, it was nice that on break I was able to forget that everyone’s art here is about sex. Then school started. 

Corre, corre niña de madera y hazte de hielo. Deja tus maletas, bienvenida a casa. Bienvenida a la casa, la casa en la que te duele el corazón. 

Es un secreto (y esto una mentira), pero no puedo estar con gente todo el día. Me pongo ansiosa y me da pánico. 

Cuando pasa eso solo quiero estar solo o acostada contigo. Acostada contigo en un cuarto obscuro y sin ruido. Noviembre 2011

Run, run, girl made of wood and make yourself ice. Leave your luggage, welcome home. Welcome to the home, the home where your heart hurts. 

It’s a secret (and that’s a lie), but I cannot be with people all day. I get anxious and it makes me panic. 

When that happens I want to be alone or in bed with you. With you in a dark room and without sound. Novembre 2011

it’s beautifully windy out tonight. i just want to go outside and be in a hurricane. have it rain all night and have the lights go out.

i’ve been sitting the living room watching TV because i’ve been feeling sick. there is a big sliding glass door and during the commercial i looked over. there were two cats staring at me, one white and one black. i just stopped and stared at them until they left.

what just happened?