I have come to realize that I am not the person I once used to be, that I am not as nice as others think of me, that deep down I’m as dark as I choose to be.
I’ve done my wrongs. I’ve said my rights. I’ve made my mark, and I’ve hurt so many. If this is how it’s set to play. I’ll pack my things and not sit to stay.

// something more//

than just this.

this is good, this is great.  but something more would be better

Hello Tumblrs.

Teas test in less than a month O_O


It’ll come sooner than I think it does, it’ll probably hit me in the face and say, “Surpirse!”

I thought really be studying -_- hahaha.

Dear tumblr

But then my conscience tells me that I shouldn’t.

// culture.art.culture.art.//

I went to an event last night, it wasn’t bad but there were disagreements that I did have with a few of the comments about culture and art.

I am not an artist, but I do love to write.

If writing is considered art then alright, I’m an artist.

I believe that we should all accept who we are, where we came from, and what we are. I believe that we should embrace and stand up and say, “I can do this because I’m (ethnicity),” instead of, “I can’t do this because I’m (ethnicity).” Having a cultural background, or being someone of color is not a downfall, it’s not a disease, an illness, an impairment, or a condition. Being cultured is a beautiful thing to be. We shouldn’t downgrade ourselves by using what we are and where came from to get brownie points, or to earn sympathy from others. We can tell our stories and make others understand who we are but we shouldn’t use it to our advantage to receive first priority. We shouldn’t become vulnerable. If we show others that we can’t do things because of the skin of our color, our history, our stories we hold then we become vulnerable. We start to live our very own story of vulnerability, we show others what we’re scared of, what we can do and they’ll start to live that same life with us. They’ll start to believe that we can’t do this, or we can’t do that. Everyone, meaning if you’re Caucasion, African American, Asian, Native America, Mexican, purple, blue, red, or orange, everyone has a chance. Just because of a skin tone we expect to be looked at differently, we expect sympathy from others, we expect for others to give us a little leeway. Everyone has their own stories, everyone has their own background; everyone has their own history, everyone has their own reasons. We shouldn’t let our past stop us from what we want to do, and what we’re capable of doing. We shouldn’t let it determine our future and instead we should embrace it and let it remind us that we are here today because of what has happened, who we are and where we came from. In the end we’re all humans trying to make it through the marvels of life.

“Starving artists”

What makes an artist strive for the best, what helps them to keep moving forward?
If you love what you do then you’ll end up doing what you love. If you love art, art will love you back. Love encompasses so many words: motivation, compassion, drive, positivity, the list could go on. A love for anything will make one feel these. We may be limited to the amount of materials, but we are not limited to the amount of resources out there for us. That’s what makes us a “starving artist.” We learn to sacrife time and money and in return we end up with our very own masterpiece. We has as many limitations as we allow ourselves to have, don’t let that one limitation hold you back. You are an artist.

Anyways, that was my little spile.

This is my opinion, if you have something to say then say it, I will listen :)

// Lost.//

Come find me when you figure out what you want. I’ve given you all the answers you need already.

// Aloha//

Aloha tumblr. how are you all doing?

I could go for a nice latte right now. Maybe a trip to Mexico. With the nice, cool, wind breeze against my skin.

Today he asked me a serious question, and I wondered why. Right away in my head, I knew what I wanted but I was afraid to say it. Because what if his feelings weren’t the same? What if he wasn’t in it at all? What if it was actually just in the moment. What is this is just a moment. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him to be in the moment. Some moments could last for minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, possibly forever. Our moment has lasted for three weeks. I hope it’ll last longer. Yet I did tell him to just be in the moment. This moment for him could mean anything, any of the options that I gave above. He then wondered how committed am I going to be? I will be committed if you’re committed. Why be committed when the other isn’t? I’ve been there before and I don’t want to be there again. That’s just stupid. Why tell the same story again. Why.

he’s back bye.

// It’s been a long time//

It has indeed. Many things have happened, but it’s nothing that I regret :)

// Dear Tumblr//

Why must my brother be so dumb.

That is all,