1. 5 May



    5/5/13

    i’m feeling good today; like i have extra ganas to make moves, start new journeys, nourish change, to continue to define and to do  work for my own healing. i wanted to make a note of this because tonight i feel like writing, and not just write in my journal kind of writing. I actually don’t feel as anxious about it.

    This time last year, I was in a completely different state of mind and being - self-harming, self-sabotage, body shaming, and all around self-hating - but today i’m okay. i’m even better than okay, i’m self-loving today. And this gives me hope.

    so i’m sending these healing energías and semillitas de esperanza out into the universe to share, cultivate them <3

     

  2. 27 Apr


    &#8220;La Juana.&#8221; Colorbook Calavera. For my sister.

    “La Juana.” Colorbook Calavera. For my sister.

     

  3. 27 Apr


    &#8220;justicia.&#8221; mural at the southwest workers union. san anto, tejas.

    “justicia.” mural at the southwest workers union. san anto, tejas.

     

  4. 21 Apr


    papel picado. san anto, tejas

    papel picado. san anto, tejas

     

  5. 10 Apr


    San Anto, Tejas - lowrider festival - centro cultural de aztlan

    San Anto, Tejas - lowrider festival - centro cultural de aztlan

     

  6. 10 Apr


     

  7. 10 Apr



    untitled

    and i know that i am holding on to ghosts,

    but let me grieve.

    maybe then, will i be able to find some peace

     

  8. 7 Apr


    Siempre estaba llorando,as if I could control it, as if I wanted to. I only let their words settle in so deep. The older I got the more things changed. I could and would absorb more and more. It wasn’t just that I was receiving others’ energies, I couldn’t stop feeling; bearing the weight of it all, the sadness. “Why? Why do that? What does it matter to you?”  And it was her, my bisabuela, that came to me in a dream.  “Llores si tienes que llorar,” she said. “Llores mi vidita, llores como el mundo se va acabar,por que el agua de tus lagrimas, nos va a salvar todos.”

    Siempre estaba llorando,as if I could control it, as if I wanted to. I only let their words settle in so deep. The older I got the more things changed. I could and would absorb more and more. It wasn’t just that I was receiving others’ energies, I couldn’t stop feeling; bearing the weight of it all, the sadness.

    “Why? Why do that? What does it matter to you?”

     And it was her, my bisabuela, that came to me in a dream.

     “Llores si tienes que llorar,” she said. “Llores mi vidita, llores como el mundo se va acabar,por que el agua de tus lagrimas, nos va a salvar todos.”

     

  9. 6 Feb



    how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
    — Warsan Shire
     

  10. 11 Dec



    free your self

    i never really wanted it to be like this.

    but i knew something had to change, radically change in order to find some kind of peace.

    i was afraid to admit it but maybe i am running away.

    although, i dont think running away is always a bad thing.

    sometimes running away is the only way you can go