I say a lot but, often times, not enough... does that make sense?
I'm making this page public so I can have my Yap Attacks™ in peace and deep thought.
Some may know I had a leadership reading blog back in the day -- this is a restructure of that.
Inspired by the people in my life and my emotions.
So, here it is.
The Book Talk
12.06.2025
Ok, so today I bought a book that I am kind of embarrassed about.
I actually don't even know what it's called off the top of my head.
; however, it defines me in some way, lol.
I've been on a spree reading classics and whatnot.
Though, when I wanted to escape for a break,
I found myself hearing poem recitals on YouTube shorts, or Instagram reels.
This inspired me to look into pieces that attract me.
When I was young, I used to think poetry was about romance
-- it is, well, for me it is.
I sought out to see this poetry collection out.
THere were snippets and I needed the whole thing.
But this book is pink and idk it looks like maybe I might be embarrassed
of it if it fell out of my backpack.
Turns out that there are far worse things to fall out of your backpack.
Maybe I'm afraid, rather, to be enthralled,
enveloped by the poems that I might yearn
for this and fall in love with fantasy all over again;.
Is this being human?
Out of my backpack could be smut, a criminal manifesto --
these are far worse, no lie.
So, I'm gonna be consumed by these poems, I am.
I will be a whimsical, mystical man with an outlet.
I might be inspired to write some more.
I might be inspired to be more confident and open and produce meaningful memories.
Did you know you could have a least favorite color?
12.04.2025
I just thought of it now?
Favorite color: what a classic icebreaker question amirite
How about Least favorite color: without a doubt... Yellow!
I guess what I am trying to say is that now I have a reason to have a least favorite color.
Sure the sun is yellow, so are sun flowers. They are nice and pleasant.
This is true for all colors. Seems like I have associated a dislike more so to the word.
The color "yellow" associates itself to the song "yellow" in my brain, and to be honest --
I don't even know what the song stands for.
This song was dedicated to someone I know by a role model of mine.
She was the first person out of her house,
First person to get an $80k job offer it was soooo crazy back then.
Things fell out with miscommunication.
After argument and ... threats ... I cut this person off
and have yet to find a formidable role model.
This role model seemingly corrupted the "someone I know."
I was on the same trajectory, that's scary! Fuck Yellow.
What's your least favorite color?
Novalepsis
12.03.2025
There are days I feel like
the woman en el muelle de San Blas—
skin cracked with salt,
knuckles rusted around a promise
I made to no one in particular.
I feel like shoreline erosion:
slow, relentless,
wearing down the stone idea
that I am this or that
depending on the tide.
Some mornings it's Coheed & Cambria
in my headphones,
violent riffs stitching steel
into the soft parts of my chest,
Welcome Home.
Other days it's just me
and the softest and most whimsical
and most natural song
I can imagine myself dancing to,
and a warm cup,
watching foam constellations
collapse into themselves.
I read what you write, take what you say
like it's sacred telemetry:
data from another mind, another world,
proof that somewhere, someone stayed up
for an extra 30 minutes
and survived long enough
to turn their thoughts into
cohesive artifacts.
All I'm trying to do —
take wreckage and reroute it.
What a beautiful world.
Let's all turn
"life is sh*t right now"
into something with a backbone,
a stanza,
a spine.
Gosh. My back hurts SOOOOOO BAD
in this horrible wooden chair.
But I can feel the glow from the sun.
A lull of a break with tons of peace
in the library.
It's nice.
The pain is also fleeting.
Tonight, we'll have loads of work
and loads of fun, as always.
One day, mid-flight,
I'll finally write.
Not about longing in life,
or the way I keep orbiting things
that cannot stay.
It'll be about the moment
I looked out the window,
saw a whole ocean of clouds,
and realized
I was allowed to
love this world —
the security, the happiness —
myself,
with the same
impossible devotion.
Invisible Ink
11.11.2025 · 3:00 AM
You said:
here is what I love
and here is what holds me.
I don't mind the limits.
I like maps.
I like rules I get to bend
just enough
to see you under starlight
for a quarter-hour at a time.
If this is all we get—
fleeting, transient pages,
sidewalk constellations,
invisible ink—
I will surely read
every version of you
you're willing
to write in my sky.
Motorcyclist’s License
10.24.2025
I got my motorcyclist’s license last week.
Just like I always dreamed about.
In solemn solidarity for my old pops.
No grand announcement,
no family group chat,
just me reporting for duty at 6am
in the Relativity Space parking lot (coincidence)
for Clutch Motorcycle Training's CMSP,
Bought my Harley-48. Only 2,000 miles.
She was so new, she didn't even have a name.
I tipped it, dropped it, broke it.
Learned literally over my father's grave!
then, it was just me trading my bike on offerUp
for this sick 2002 Harley Softail Heritage 7,000 miles
with fishtail pipes. Someone told me it was "bitchin"
and that's so funny because who speaks that way?
Then, it was just me and the DMV and a quiet little
click
as the universe added one more axis
to the way I move through it.
People hear “Olivia Rodrigo – drivers license”
and think of cul-de-sacs and cars and heartbreak.
Mine was more:
quit flying for two months,
trade my Harley-Davidson Forty-Eight,
save every dollar
just so I could learn
to fly on two wheels instead.
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Motorcyclist's License
Long Beach mornings,
MSF course at 6 a.m.,
fog still clinging to the asphalt
right around Relativity Space —
like even the rockets were watching.
Five people failed out.
Five stories cut short at the u-turn,
the emergency stop,
the winding cones.
And me?
I am operational.
Is it in my blood?
Who knows.
But, Dad, I hope you are damn proud.
A Forty-Eight “is not a real bike,”
I can almost hear your buddies say,
so I upgraded to a Softail Heritage—
something with weight,
with history,
with that slow, Victorian gravitas
rolling down Whittier Boulevard at dusk.
I have my M1 now.
I am calm,
collected,
free,
conscious,
confident,
careful,
coordinated—
fucking operational.
A little hobby, a little ride o’clock.
A promise to the kid version of me
who stared at club patches and fishtail pipes
and thought:
maybe someday.
I got my motorcyclist’s license last week.
Just like we always talked about.
“Luis, what the heck?
Where’d this come from?
You’re spiraling out of control,
we don’t even know you anymore.”
Don’t you worry.
This is me.
The real me
you should get to know.
It’s been four years.
I’m not a child anymore.
I’m L.
Get to know me here,
in this blog,
between the tire marks and the starlight,
where I finally let myself believe
I can do anything
I set my mind to.
Rain & Gunshots
07.16.2025
Rain and Gunshots It’s so conflicting.
Waking up scared but it’s kind of peaceful.
There were gunshots and rain and
then there was neither.
Mongol Forever, Forever Mongol
08.21.2022
This is the entry for my dad.
I’m leaving it here mostly in my own words, the way I first wrote them.
Aug 21, 2022
I love you dad, I’ll miss you so much.
Just know that I'll always remember our talks
and our breakfasts and our lunches.
Thank you for being there for me and my mom,
especially for her surgery.
I'll be the best man for all of us
and I'll make you so proud
because you've given me golden advice.
I'll always think about you when I see a motorcycle
or a motorcycle club,
and I might try it out one day—
responsibly like you always told me haha.
I want to let you know that this was my first time
ever opening up to [*redacted*]—
you're my father for life, man
(and that's you I will speak of to EVERYONE)!
Rest in Peace, Dad ❤️
Oh and ps.
Everyone really loves you because you're a kickass dad,
with a kickass motorcycle,
a kickass job,
a kickass beard,
and a kickass story ❤️
Aug 23, 2022 · 7:45 AM
Good morning Dad, we miss you.
Aug 25, 2022 · 8:19 PM
Hey dad, I just want to let you know that we lit up two candles for you in the house.
Please watch over us forever. Rest In Peace.
I really hope to see you soon because
I will forever value your advice.
Thank you for this final lesson,
I will always learn from my mistakes for you.
I’ll be happier for you,
I’ll be more ambitious,
I’ll be more bold,
I’ll be more kind,
I’ll be more charitable,
and I’ll be every virtue that your name stood for
plus so much more
that you instilled into my soul ❤️
One last thing —
if I ever come to have a son,
his name will have to be William
(or maybe the middle name in case I have to fight for it).
I hope your grandchildren on my side
are just like you ❤️
Aug 27, 2022 · 1:53 AM
Goodnight Dad, sweet dreams.
Sep 9, 2022 · 7:40 PM
Hey man, you’re so cool. May you Rest in Peace forever.
Mongol Forever, Forever Mongol!
I plan to follow in your footsteps and make you proud
as you watch over me and continue to give me
insightful and thought-provoking advice.
I will always think of…
reflect on…
know the difference…
instill your advice onto the souls
of many, many other people.
See you soon!
Aug 21, 2023 · 11:09 PM
…but not too soon, okay.
Please watch over our whole family
and guide us with your wisdom.
We know you’ll be there every step of the way with us,
especially at my graduation,
since you told me you’d be there ❤️❤️.
I’ll save you a seat there,
at my wedding,
[my funeral],
and everything that’s important
to all of our family.
You will always be our amazing dad ✊
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Before he passed, he was so sick.
He sent me a picture of himself reading The Count of Monte Cristo.
Two weeks before he died, he got arrested while giving me driving lessons—
they took him in a Food4Less parking lot.
Of course he had a gun they didn’t find.
They did find his hunting knife and left it with me.
They were assholes to me, but all they cared about
was the Mongol shirt he had on:
“support your local Mongol chapter.”
They wanted him to sign a gang-affiliation card.
He did not.
Funny that his Facebook profile picture
will forever be that mugshot.
And how, thereafter,
he was offered a promotion.
The backward world, huh.
He dedicated me the song Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd
and it just hits. Give it a listen.
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i would not hold that against u
12.10.2025
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andrea,
You are so selfless, real, respectful, eloquent, and mentally-stimulating in the best way possible.
I’ve been reading Celia Martinez lately and I keep thinking:
ugh, I don’t know if I’ll ever meet someone so grounded and so full of light again.
The truth is — I like you*. Not in a rushing way, not in a crazy way…
but in the quiet way someone begins liking a song they didn’t expect to fall in love with.
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I wanted to teach you how to salsa, how to play pickleball, how to 3D-print dumb little trinkets.
I wanted to share meals, playlists, books, and all the small domestic joys that make life worth living.
I know it’s delulu — I wrote letters for you, made playlists for you, talked about you to my family.
You’re also just… pretty cool. Really cool. And I don’t say that lightly.
And for a while, I really thought we were just friends.
I kept myself in that mindset because I didn’t want to date.
*But then, You said something that allowed me to be vulnerable and open to the possibility:
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October 26th · 11:36 PM
“if u decided u cannot date a girl who lives at home + has a curfew … i understand that btw… and i would not hold that against you”
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That was when something shifted.
When I let myself be vulnerable with the idea of you.
When I realized you weren’t just interesting — you were someone I wanted to know in any context:
as a friend, as a companion, as whatever life allowed.
You have a kind soul. You have this intellectual vitality that's almost palpable.
A yearn to serve your community, a spine that’s held you upright through storms that would break most people.
You’re a real woman. A resilient one. Someone whose presence made me appreciate my own family more.
And yes — you’re beautiful, cute, all the classic adjectives.
There were so many moments I wanted to hold your hand, or ask your mom or abuela permission to take you on a “real date.”
Silly thoughts maybe… but honest ones.
But more than anything, I just wanted you to know my intentions:
No pressure. No expectations. Just truth.
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I’m sending you strength, patience, and every soft thing the world can afford you right now.
While the world tumbles over you with family, friends, home, work.
Unjust hardship always reminds me of JB by Archibald MacLeish — a modern play of Job.
I read it when I lost my grandmother (she would’ve loved you), when I lost my home, when my father passed.
It shifted my perspective onto resilience, and I prevailed through the darkest moment of my life.
I recommend you read Job: A Man of Heroic Endurance, it's a nice read that encapsulates the story
and has some fine analysis instead of reading the play.
(I read this for closure when my father passed, the play was for an existentialism capstone reading when I was younger).
For now, I’ll give you space and time and respect.
But if you ever need an ear or a shoulder, I’m here.
And if someday you want to build a friendship again —
truly, I’d be honored to be let in. Would you be?
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In sum, you were the most interesting & life-changing person I met in 2025. (ik maybe i should meet more ppl lol)
And I appreciate you for what you brought out in me — gentleness, patience, admiration, and hope.
I’ll finish your books and return them after New Year’s.
You're worth it. I wish I could make you feel special and recognize que eres una guerrera, totalmente.
I’ll be around. To support, in any capacity!
No pressure. Just presence.
— Luis Alberto Quiroz Diaz
You're the Trees Knees
12.07.2025
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andrea,
You are so selfless, real, respectful, eloquent,
mentally-stimulating in the best way possible.
There aren’t many people like you —
people whose kindness doesn’t make noise,
it makes roots, inspiration too.
You remind me of a tree:
If you're weather-worn you're still standing,
If your branches tire you still reach toward sunlight,
quietly sheltering people who don’t even realize
how much shade you give them.
You’ve been chopped down, split open,
rebuilt by your own hands.
But still — still — you rise in the mornings at 6am
with a heart that's still soft.
That’s rare. That’s beautiful. That’s you.
And if no one has said it lately:
I hear your voice.
I see your effort.
I see you.
You’re the tree’s knees —
the strongest, softest part,
the Earth that holds the whole thing steady,
the place where life keeps choosing itself again.
If you ever need someone
to sit with you under the branches
in silence or in laughter,
I’m here.
No pressure, no expectation —
just presence.
¡Ciao! ❤️️
Te encontré en un tragito de té
11.05.2025
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Te encontré en un tragito de té,
entre ideas que bailan sin dueño.
Tu voz — farol, ávida lectora, y magia de café, —
me enseña, de nuevo, mi sueño.
Tus ojos llenos de miel alumbrosa, dulce, y sincera,
guardan universos que no hemos nombrado.
Yo, curioso, consciente, y cautivado por tu mirada,
me pierdo, me inspiro en tu mundo despierto.
Tu esfuerzo me eleva, me envuelve, me enciende,
el catalizador que imagina y renueva;
hablar contigo, tan claro y leve — ¡cómo se aprende!
Mi mente renace, desarrolla, y vuela.
Tan sabia, tan cierta, e intensa en tu misterio,
no sé si llegaste tú o si te soñé en serio —
¡Ciao! ❤️️
My Father Who Art in Heaven
12.04.2025
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Special Collection · December 4, 2025
William had a 2020 Harley Davidson Street Glide with a 104 ci engine.
Luis is his good buddy who at the time I was drafting this, was working as the ISS at the Bell Gardens Oreilly.
I actually got to work with Luis for a while... until he got fired for having a gun at work
Luis did so for years... so did William but... don't mention it
Luis had a 2020 Street Glide Special with a 117 ci engine.
Let's say that they did everything together. Luis was not a mongol, but he would hang around them all the time.
They would
With all my money!
10.06.2025
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Special Collection · December 4, 2025
Natalie! She ran away with all my money ~ and she did it for fu-u-un! That is the reason for the title.
This is a way to close a chapter! Just documentation. Failure analysis. Lessons for my kids? God knows?
Edit: This is probably counterintuitive to my standard/convention of this page. However, this was written top-down.
ie.) As you scroll, you will witness what went on in my mind. What happened in my life. What I heard, what I saw.
ultimately, how I fell out of love. It wasn't hard? I definitely wanted to kill myself, LOL. But, it all worked out!
I gave up so much, but gained so much more!!!!
Jun 30, 2024 · 10:09 PM
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An ode to Natalio
O Natalie, I’m here and so are you.
May God let this be without fear, with full comfort, with openness, with communication, maybe even a little trust.
It’s been some time, but there will never be enough space or time to heal.
I’m here because things have been left unsaid, and I am calm and collected to say them without crying, without being desperate, and without pressure.
I know that I’ve caused pressure, distrust, anxiety, fear, and many more things that warrant a restraining order — I would totally be up for that (jk). Let me tell you this: I am not leaving you, I am not abandoning you. It is much easier to rebuild with the resources we know — reconfigure the framework instead of starting from brick one. Me, I will start from brick one ANYDAY, because you’re worth it. I would want to start seeing you as a friend and a colleague to share laughter, share dreams, share small moments, even inside happenings. I would do it all over again, ask you to be my princess queen in our castle. No pressure and no timeline. I want to grow friendship, I want to grow trust, I want to grow patience. I want to grow good habits, I want to grow a dynamic routine, communication style, boundaries, etc. I know the things you’ve said, and I understand the situation. You might expect me to run away, you might expect me to run back out of fear. My feelings for you are unwavering, I want your happiness wherever you see it. Trust me, I tried and I prayed to let you go with all that happened and all that was said. I tried and I prayed and now I’ll let you know: I am ready to let you go — let this weight off your shoulders so you can feel God’s work. So that you don’t feel the need to answer me or feel bad for your actions or inactions. Know that I pray to provide a normal environment, this is not me maddogging you at work, this will be me acting normal to provide ease and comfortable communication. If I have to let you go — I will, but know that I’m here as a shoulder and as a hand for any kind of guidance and any kind of ask. I will let you go. No pressure in bills, no pressure in cats, in school, in work, in nothing. Please let God remove these obligations in our paths to illuminate a clear future. That focuses on self growth. In this time of peace I thought and thought why I can’t just let go. This is unconditional love — I don’t expect grace, forgiveness, or reconciliation. Because I love you, Natalie — I’m choosing to let you go without worry and without pressure. Because I love you, Natalie — I’m choosing to trust in your best judgement that you will succeed and you will prosper. You will be a kickass environmental engineer, remediating and inspiring and never backing down from your values. You will bring justice in many many ways to our disadvantaged communities. You will have a solid and flexible diet that you and those you surround yourself understand. You will have a home for your little kitties. You will have a heart that has healed. You may not know who you are and that is ok. I still won’t either. Just know, again that I’m here to be a shoulder. You know my intentions, too. I hope they are very clear. My unconditional love is here and I would love to get to know your laugh, your smile, your smell (sorry if that’s weird). I would love to take you out and bring you home and miss you and text you all night long. I would love to hear your hopes and dreams and problems once more so I can value them and put more thought into the communication. I would want to LISTEN all the time to work on myself as a human and not just a friend. I would want to lay communication and boundaries and take time and space as needed without pressure. Those are my intentions. I am choosing to let you go out of love, but my intentions still stand and that’s ok. You owe me no explanation for anything, but if you wish to ever mention anything, my number will be the same and this is my closure. If you ever need any closure I’m here to be open and honest. Know that as my first love, you were never in vain. I grew up to be an engineer, a pilot, and someone who I think is a man (at least a healthy one with confidence and self-love). And I’m forever grateful to you :). Thank you for always encouraging me and pushing me beyond my limits. Hopefully in a couple of years we can naturally catch up and see where life has taken us. You know where I live, you know where I work, you know where I study, and I hope that’s no pressure. But rather an invitation to chat about engineering classes, about vegetarianism, about cats, about cars and insurance, and homes, something that I grew to understand with you and we share, something we are both comfortable with. O Natalia, bye bye. O Natalia, bye bye. I trust in your greatness, in your choices, and I hope to see you succeed and be happy. :> TL;DR This is me letting you go. No pressure and no obligation. I want to let you know my intentions and where my head and heart and soul are at. Space alone doesn’t heal. Intention helps and here is mine: I am not abandoning you, but I am not waiting for you. I’m giving us both space to heal, and we’ll figure out what that looks like as time heals. You’re worth it, and God tells me to be honest and patient. He’s reminded me that our story isn’t over if I don’t give up. He’s told me not to wait around, but also not torture myself into giving up and running crazy. I’m letting him take the wheel. Without commitment, I invite you to find out who I’ve become someday. To show you that people can change, sometimes it takes losing all to find value in their support. If you ever find yourself, even if you haven’t, let me know who she is to you :). (Gosh I wish I could ask you out on a date but I won’t say that lol). You’re happiness is what I want to end this relationship in — our happiness. You are worth it, and you are someone that I never want to lose, even as a friend. But out of deep care, I’m willing to let go :). My goal: your happiness, your certification (water remediation), your home, your car (you might need an oil change btw), your engineering career, the cats, the lifestyle — success and prosperity. I have goals and I have dreams and I have plans ready to make space and take space. There to take you seriously and care for you, in emergency, in happiness, in pain too! I’m here if you need help, have an accident, I know who you are deep down and I fell in love with her. I hear God telling me that are story isn’t finished, I had a dream with William and he reminded me of my promise to never let you go and keep fighting like he did day in and out, he told me he was our biggest fan and that you were who helped me heal, but that I need to let you go to gain discipline and emotional maturity. Just know that I had imagined marrying you, buying TWO homes together, traveling (was planning something for August lol), and supporting our family as you finish your degrees and I work / PhD. Even though that, I’m want to rebuild and regrow from square one. Get to know you, take you out on dates, shower you with gifts to understand what you like/don’t like, and grow trust, friendship, and communication alike. I am really proud of what we have, we know each other’s hopes dreams and interests, we know what engineering is and what it is to study at USC caliber, we know struggle and we know cats, what more could I want? I have all the resources there :) — you encourage me to fly airplanes, be healthy, pursue research, and chase my dreams, that’s what I’ll do :•). For you to do: You don’t have to give me an answer or even truly listen, I know it’s hard because I constantly let you down, hurt you, and neglected you. You just have to take the space and let me let you go. Recognize that our lives were so intertwined that it will take some time and awkwardness, but let’s trust each other’s maturity and communication. Let’s let fear and discomfort out the door. Let’s make no promises and do what feels best with no pressure. If you ever feel like texting or hanging out or chatting — there’s no pressure to continue, you are not “opening” any doors and I understand that :). Adios Natalio. Know what I feel for you is genuine and real love. If I didn’t love or care, I would never let you grow. Do you have anything to tell me? PS Sara said hey. Any questions that keep you wondering? Any comments you want to remember? Any concerns you want to address? I mean we had a pretty intertwined life. Further: I’m so sorry for disrespecting your family. It is my biggest regrets taking everything for granted, not having patience and understanding, and speaking without thinking to hurt. Hope you can see my intentions, was not trying to love bomb — just celebrate, and support, and communicate in my love/forgiveness language. Poem: I value everything now that we used to have. The silence that was so loud. How I could walk in and cuddle with your sleeping self, knowing and finding comfort in a sleepy little kiss. How you would want to hold me while I per and I thought it was weird because I felt tingly and nervous and so so aghhhhh, lol, Late night dinners we always had watching TV shows and letting each other talk about their days. Letting each other vent. Having synergism and sacrifice around each other’s schedule. Being each other’s cheerleader and friend. Giving the chance to explore careers and friends. // If You Ever Miss it Too If you ever miss it too All the little things that we would do — Like late night dinners and sleepy smiles, The quiet love that ran straight for miles. The silence that would fill our room, More comforting than any moon. You curled up in a sleep so deep, I’d sneak a kiss, I know it’s cheap! You’d laugh and cling as I would pee — It freaked me out, but as you’d see, I melted, shy with butterflies, To think, “She’s mine,” with happy sighs. We’d share our days in quiet ways, Through half-closed eyes and long delays. We’d talk, we’d listen, without a rush — Just soft exchanges, calm and hush. You cheered for me, I cheered for you, A team of two just passing through The stress of school, the weight of work, With giggles, snacks, and nightly quirks. We juggled time, we gave, we grew — Made space for dreams, family, …friendships too. And yes, I even miss — no lie — Your bloody boogers, that finger nearby. No pressure here, just memories sweet, Of days our hearts would gently meet. If you ever miss it too, All the little things we’d do — Just words to say: I noticed, too — And I’ll always be glad I shared them with…you. Know every laugh, each quiet night, Still flickers here, just One More Light. No pressure, for what this say: I’m blessed having shared those yesterdays. If you ever miss it too — The colorful joys we once walked through — We told the truth in every light, Words came slower, our hearts were right. No need to fake, or filter, or even bend — Just honesty, just you my friend. // be your cheerleader, help you study // get your coffee order
Jun 30, 2024 · 10:09 PM
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If You Ever Miss It Too
If you ever miss it too —
All the little things that we would do —
Like late night dinners and sleepy smiles,
The quiet love that ran straight for miles.
The silence that would fill our room,
More comforting than any moon.
You curled up in a sleep so deep,
I’d sneak a kiss, I know it’s cheap!
You’d laugh and cling as I would pee —
It freaked me out, but as you’d see,
I melted, shy with butterflies,
To think, “She’s mine,” with happy sighs.
We’d share our days in quiet ways,
Through half-closed eyes and long delays.
We’d talk, we’d listen, without a rush —
Just soft exchanges, calm and hush.
You cheered for me, I cheered for you,
A team of two just passing through
The stress of school, the weight of work,
With giggles, snacks, and nightly quirks.
We juggled time, we gave, we grew —
Made space for dreams, family, …friendships too.
And yes, I even miss — no lie —
Your bloody boogers, that finger nearby.
We told the truth in every light,
Words came slower, our hearts felt right.
No need to filter, fray, or even bend —
Understanding, support, a built-in friend.
I know your coffee order, I’ll help you study,
And cheer you on when things get muddy!
Know every laugh, each quiet night,
Still flickers here, just One More Light.
No pressure, for what I say:
I’m blessed having shared those yesterdays.
If you ever miss it too —
The colorful joys we once walked through —
Jun 30, 2024 · 10:09 PM
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My Sign
My birthday Our anniversary Any of those two. If not, that’s it
Jun 30, 2024 · 10:09 PM
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Saying Hello is So Hard Now
Saying hello is so hard now. Do I even say it — Can I even think it? I want to be friends I want to be cordial I want to give you space, I want to give you time to heal and grow and close loose ends. Saying hello was so fair then. Kiss on the cheek, your forehead. Curl up besides you as your companion. Smelling your hair and your armpit. Dozing off into your eyes. This is the real love that never dies, and I will give hard hellos until they’re easy for you too!
Jun 30, 2024 · 10:09 PM
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It's our anniversary today
It’s our anniversary today and I think of what could have been… but also what couldn’t have been? I wish I could share that my earliest memory of you is when you gifted me the Naruto headband. What an honor with what little you had. It wasn’t the right color, but it was from my favorite friend. I adored it; I cut through the wind with it. I eventually gave it back or lost it, only you would know. Then we stopped talking. Sorry for stealing your shoes and maybe not giving enough honor to that gift. Now we lived together for four years and maybe all I did was return the favor. To you, maybe it was just another relationship, who knows! Rest assure that for me, it was the opportunity of my lifetime. I promised you as my soulmate, promised to love you forever, and I will! Happy Anniversary, You… my honey, my bagel, my Natalia bonita — happy 4 years
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Special Collection · November 5, 2025
Me di cuenta que no soy yo, aún.
En la mano derecha, huelo a quesadilla
y en la mano izquierda, huelo a mota --
Ay, yo que pienso que puedo pertenecer a dos mundos.
Una combinacion de las dos?
Quizas resulta que la combinacion de ninguna tamvien puede ser saludable
-- entre la gastronomia y el abuso de drogas igual
e independientes pueden ser.
Me doy cuenta que entro en la rutina
y la rechazo.
Entro en las locuras sin ritmo
y las rechazo tambien.
Que con la certeza?
Que con la quietud?
La libertad?