Happy mess

IG: @ishouldbepainting ..
Bay Area. Xicana. Artista.


I thought of texting you
"good morning, I can’t sleep"
and then I remembered
that you are on a journey
which I am not a part of
and that’s okay
good morning
I can’t sleep

It’s 3 am, I’m barely packing, we leave at 4 am.

My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.

—Diane Les Becquets  (via keefrich)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via yesixicana)

i fucking hate chipotle