Nieto Matmoros.

The moment I go to buy tissues I am called a girl And yet I feel so good, so festive, scarcely but surely celebrating the embroidery of my skin My lips are wine red My beard shall be gold, carved not grown I am beautiful, I am handsome I have a long nose I have my father’s face and am painted by my mother I can one day be called a spouse I am currently called a partner And a parent of the purest animal souls I am a human, I study philosophy, I am interested in helping Beauty makes me tingle, and it does not discriminate, it is pantheistic I like crafts, I try to write I am not quite there yet I struggle to adult My food has mould sometimes I give my money to journals I am a child and I cherish soft things And winter weather Ever soft I am fierce I am incredibly strong and yet with a single blow of air I break I have cold hands and feet even in the summer I am anxiety So many palpitations I hate and loathe and want to throw up on people’s faces To protect this dizzying kind of interstellar love that shakes me like a branch and controls how I fall A nauseated leaf fearing gravity I am not juxtaposition because of its literary worth I am not shocking, awe-striking contrast I am not in the middle either I am human, and humanity is not a binary I can go places I can love them all

Don’t feel sad it’s over. Be thankful it happened. @jbecreate on instagram and WHI

Well, that is one way to pass the time during a rain delay

“You’re on.”

- Barbie (Toy Story 3, 2010)

are you crazy ramón?

Son tan lambucios que no pudieron darle ocho bolos a un poco de chamitos que estaban juntando plata para un campamento. 

Con amor, de mi para ti.