As promised, I have a collection of my food experiences in Spain for you guys :). Unlike Americans, the Spanish eat a small breakfast, and a larger lunch at 2-3 pm, and dinner at 9 pm. So overall, food is pushed back at a later time. Since most people will get out of work by 3 pm, they usually eat lunch after work. During work, they’ll eat a snack and Continue reading
a dozen roses
scattered on dusty stairs, feel
too smooth to be real.
A hug too tight, love
means freeing the baby bird’s
fragile, eager wings
I’m in Pontevedra, Spain for some of the summer. It’s a northwest city near the coast, and breathtakingly beautiful. On the taxi ride to Pontevedra, I was seriously bewildered by the rolling hills, quaint, orange roofed houses, and rich blue sea. Although I’m not a habitual photo taker, this trip is an exception. I’ve been flipping out my phone to take photos of literally everything haha. So I decided to share my photos with you guys.
I want to rebel like an angsty teen. To flip tables and scream at the top of my lungs. Drive across the country, live off of canned food, and sing sad love songs on a broken ukulele. I Continue reading
red ink secrets melt,
paper hearts lost to the rain,
bloody mess is mine.
Another haiku! I’m on a roll with these. Literally have a notebook in which I’ve been Continue reading
Sugar melts on tongue
aftertaste of his sweet breath
lingers, too sticky
This post is going to be more of a freestyle rambling format. I don’t do posts like this often, so let me know in the comments what you think of them. If you like em, I can do more in the future.
Yellow clouds her eyes
Warmth of his hand on her leg
Color the stars blue
She can feel the empty space on either side of her, producing insecurity and nausea– her limbs are suddenly too long and unstable, and they tremble as she lifts her paw. Continue reading