Scheming to create two bases — one in the States and one in Havana. 

In the sad, lonely, and sick hour...

I think I subconsciously thought of this song after I thrifted this jacket because it’s what I want to hear from another man now. hey luvvvvvvvvv...

(lmao this really aint an act. a good documentary better come out of this.) 

You know what? Keep letting other bitches take you to Olala, Don Congrejo, Mío y Tuyo, etc. Live your status-driven life at the expense of others because I know your broke ass can’t afford it.

After someone violates your privacy, you can’t help but have your Rihanna-esque good girl gone bad transition because at this point you’re not bothered by exposure. In fact, more power to me and my ability to control my self-image. 

Y pa' mí, modélame, bebé, en ropa interior

When I feel jaded, I think about this

So fvcking dramatic 🙄

What do my past lovers say about me? 

UPDATE: This video looks a lot stupider in retrospect lol

Wow he really had the deadass nerve to call me a “plate” face. We are through and I am moving on with my life. Adios.

I wish one day people close to me understand the life I want to live — even if my significant other takes embarrassing drunk videos of me and calls me Mai Ling (White Chicks reference lol). Never have I’ve ever had so much fun and felt so comfortable in my life. Hanging on to the little faith of our specialness despite all odds against us.

When the skin is agreeable despite PMS 🤬

It’s been one year since I met my Rubben on January 27, 2018. I met him on my first night in Havana and we hung out every single day on my 12-day trip. Each photo is from each day. Siempre estas a mi lado.