Crying about something gets you nowhere. Get up and do something else.
Portfolio, Facebook. Adrian Mendoza. 22. Photographer. Tags: Personal, Mobile, Food.
Crying about something gets you nowhere. Get up and do something else.
The problem is finding the right audience. Engaging is simple, but I can’t hunt people down.
Subtle cues of interest spark the travelers curiosity—and it’s one that doesn’t kill.
With this financing issue bloated more than ever, it really puts the Advil in my stomach.
It might be soon that I go digging for exchanges.
I had a session with my psychologist today. It was really good too.
I found something out about myself by just explaining my feelings towards minimalism. And then bam!! I was like, mind fucking blown. Lol!
And that my behavior and attitude is absolutely okay. I should not let someone else’s misery make me feel guilty. I’m accepting the fact that I am happy without people in my life and I shouldn’t dwell on the what if factor.
Today really opened my mind up to new things. So I’m happy.
I’m happy.
All is broken, but can be repaired. With the new discovery of a human soul, that broken bone will be fixed. And will mend all lost hope. The bond will mend the pieces, more special than the last, stronger and more durable.
Do not sit under the cloud of blackness, sit under the tree of forgiveness. Accept what is reality, and take the first painful step to recovery. This journey will not be easy, but it will provide a personal story of strength and self discovery.
Do not play with your emotions and lose them in the crowd. Once they’re gone, they never return. Like a balloon floating away. All your dreams pop and are carried away with the wind. Let that new breeze lift up your spirit and have you marching towards joy. A new dream is born.
Carry on, because your life isn’t over. You feel dead and disconnected, but you’re breathing and sweating. It’s a nightmare. Awaken from the moment, and let yourself go. Take the leap and discover what is lost. Do not lose yourself in the process, you’ll never find your way back.
Uprooted by the storm, but a single root still grows. A stronger foundation is created and new life will emerge. Small sticks and leaves. Ever so bright as the sun itself. Vibrant green. Vibrant yellow. Vibrant red. Each to symbolize what aspirations you want. Choose yellow for now, and red will surely follow next fall. Green is stability that you already have. So do not worry.
Orange is a mistake worth choosing, despite not being an option.
Choose wisely.
Feel better to breathe a little easier during the night.
It’s been a long day.
I can’t get that scent out of my shirt. And it’s just fucking crazy.
I gave my parking permit away to some girl. She seemed very happy about it, and couldn’t stop thanking me. And there I was like, no problem. I just walked up to her, and said, “Here. I don’t need it.”
I don’t need a lot of things. And I don’t want things either. This is a time of personal enjoyment and freedom to explore. One day I’m here. The next, I’m there. Is it possible that the thought of a simple hug could provide so much comfort? Even with the lack of knowledge of any situation? That the puff of every blunt makes things that much clearer? There’s some sort of reliability that you offer. I can’t figure out how deep the foundation goes. All I hope for is that when this time passes, we’ll both grow from this together as friends who like to get high, fuck, and sleep at 3 a.m. There’s a portfolio that needs to be built. And the first page has turned. So stop hogging all the fun and let me continue sinking my teeth into your back. The part that tickles. And while you fidget around under a thick blanket of smoke and fabric, while pretending to be cold when it’s hot as fuck, just make sure to not hit me in the face. My eyes are most sensitive to all that I’m witnessing. It’s a shock to see how fast someone can climb on top and chug a 32 ounce cup of horchata. How can someone be incredibly playful with the bizarre background, but change so quickly in only one year. It isn’t good or bad. It’s progress you’ve made in life. You move one step closer to something. And sulking all day makes you fall behind, all while moving ahead. There are a lot of questions that have yet to be answered, but I wouldn’t mind sitting on the carpeted floor with you, discussing the importance of nature and the preservation of wildlife. It’s snowing right now. And I’m sure even the loneliest of people would appreciate the slightest of kisses on their cheeks. One snowflake at a time.
My stomach hurts.
I can’t get the smell out of my skin.