Love is a thought
Not just a word, more meaning
That justifies us

Hey Hey

Just here in the library…..i KNOW…weird right? Well I’m just here, chilling because I actually did my homework at home and i have it in my notebook..yep that’s right. And I am so going to turn it in today. Yep. I’m so excited, I’m doing exeptionally well in psych, I just know the stuff, I listen and I retain it…maybe because it facinates me so much I guess…idk. I really am loving it though and my teacher is really great…..

So my lesbian lover and I were talking last Tuesday and she was telling about the stars and how there was going to be a once in a lifetime experience thing going on that nite from 1 am to 5am and so her and I were so excited and she was telling me how she was going to go and invited me but I said I couldn’t because I just didn’t know and I had some responsibilities at home and stuff {mainly to be there} and so I went home all sad because I really wanted to see the stars and gosh this was Hailey’s comet type deal…..so I was REALLY sad I was going to miss it. So I got home and started talking to my PIC and I told him about it and we ended up going and so we were there from like midnight to three-ish I think. And it was amazing. We laughed and I read him a Cuban folktale story and we laughed harder and then we just talked about stuff and I got paranoid every time he looked at me because he only looked at me cuz I got paranoid….lol….it’s awkward and you know me and awkward moments….not good. Haha

I’m so excited for him and I, we’re planning out so much stuff, its awesome.

Oh that reminds me I want to go to a Halloween party but cant yet….i don’t have one. I really wanted just those pics that come with the party….

Uggg ten minutes to go till class…..

Ok

So onto another topic…..ummm..oh my lesbian lover and I have a stalker….ugg…stupid boys. This guy I’ve known since like last year, we met here and he seemed nice enough but truth be told…he’s obsessive and compulsive and he thinks that I’m going to give him a back massage somehow [you think that sounds weird….you have NO idea the types of convo he has w/ me..gross] so I’m just not talking to him but he likes waits outside my env. Science class and he like asks me what’s up and what I’m doing and every week it’s the same “like…going to class” hello!

My lesbian lover’s stalker is a bit weirder….he’s IN our class and last week he asked her to star bucks after class and she went thinking it was innocent enough but he totally came on to her and to tell you the truth the guy always creped me out, and he’s always asking me if she’s coming to class and I’m like  “k dude, idk”  so anyways…..

Missing my hunny bunny here. Well I’m off to class

This is a story of fruit

A story of sweetness

A story of truth.

And just for the record

I wanted to say

That life isn’t simple

And there are things that will happen

and some will go through

but that lovely night,

I didn’t expect you.

It started out like any day

With one thought going round and round in my head

I was anxious, but sound

Thinking about how lonely I was found

 Then a thought came to mind

And it was all you

You were all that I saw

And all that I knew

So I look at the dartboard

I throw my own dice

I’m making the move

And closing my eyes

I hope for the best

And let the dice fall

I’m making this move

I’m giving my all.

I hoped it was good

I had my heart at my throat

And even when I faltered

You never let go.

That was when I knew

You were true

As True to your heart

As I was to you.

I knew this the instant

You knew me so well

That you never resisted

The wish I threw down into the Well

Kiss me in the rain

I said

By the train

Is ok

Round the corner

Don’t get caught

We’re insane…

Was just a thought

That came to my mind

On that wonderful lovely night

Mangos y limones

The story is about swellings and slick slidings,
about bodies that grow and others that slide out
wet, like mangos, gold flesh fermenting in saltwater,
about a woman biting into the salty juice alive
on her tongue, filling her mouth, piece after piece
until, in a small kitchen, she finishes the jar,
smiling and chewing in silence,
her friend’s eyes open as wells.

The story is about daughters
and what they know of the dark,
her youngest who feels the unseen,
what the woman doesn’t, her body,
casual in its bleedings, this time no curdling
when she eats tortillas y queso blanco warmed in the sun.
“Ay los hombres,” she concludes, “they’re different
even before a speck of them is visible.”

The story is about lemons, twenty-five tart moons
she digs into salt, chewing lemon after lemon,
lips hungry, open, unlike that youngest daughter,
lips shut for months, eyes smaller,
smaller as the mother’s body swells, the girl who runs
into the room at the first cry, presses the baby,
slick as peeled fruit, to her breast, says, “You
were killing me. Mami, I suffered. Es mío.”

The mother thinks of them back in El Salvador,
when she slices limones or peels mangos.
Yellow scents pucker her memory,
her mouth then and its cravings, the aching
for fruit and hunger for grains of sweet salt. Her body
thicker now, she slides a slice of mango between her lips,
laughs about once eating twenty-five frosted lemons,
her mouth full of her own stories.

[you can find this poem here]

babe whom i miss; 

always has a new kiss

for me:

little♥miss♥cute-e

isn’t it curious how we spell the word “somebody”? because according to the dictionary definition of ”some” and “body” they’re totally different, yet together…..it’s a significant word. Kinda like life, and more defined: a relationship. Weird huh? [you can see the definitions at the end of the post ] SOOO…being how this post is about the relationship between me and my babe….well that whole somebody thing works out no? yeah. i think so. i like the title. good title. lol. Anyways, about my babe  we’re good. he is being a very good boy today and he’s behaving. he’s very excited about coming over later tonight, and so am i. We’re going to watch CSI; Heck Yes. lol. good times.

note2self: anniversary in 5 days yay [confetti]

definitions:

Some: being an undetermined or unspecified one

Body: the physical structure and material substance of an animal or plant, living or dead.

SomeBody:a person of some note or importance.

me and my bf

i’m dai  little♥miss♥rhyme.

and welcome to my official first post, all you need to know about me [and some] is right next to you to your right, if you will just take a second to read the”about” section, you’ll find it quite usefull. Have fun reading and commenting, more content comming soon

; cuz i’m artsy like that.

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