to my little mom I miss you constantly (You’d love the Kid)
…and religion: must get back to work on paper. You heard it here first. #EndOfSemester
so I am not sure how to put it into English, but I get the approximate sense. Me acerco y me retiro: ¿quién sino yo hallar puedo a la ausencia en los ojos la presencia en lo lejos? – Sor Juana
Under the dark trees, there he stands, there he stands; shall he not draw my eyes? I thought I knew a little how he compels, beyond all things, but now he stands there in the shadows. It will be Oh, such a daybreak, such bright morning, when I shall wake to see him as he […]
My (late great) little mom warned me about this: your body feels older – but YOU don’t. And days go by like the life cycle of the horsefly.
VIRTUE AND MOIR. I cry #art